He got me again.
When I arrived home today, there was a huge cardboard box leaning agains the front door, addressed to one Mr. Blair Harris.
"Whadcha order? " I asked when he got home.
"Oh man, yes!" he said. "I've been waiting for these to come in. New D&D figurines."
"Are you serious?" I asked. "We're trying to sell the house, you know."
"I know!" he said. "I better get these guys set out pronto!"
He disappeared upstairs with the box and a few minutes later I heard him cursing.
"Damn it," he said, coming downstairs, carrying the opened box. "This isn't what I ordered."
"Aw, did they send you a Yoda figurehead by mistake?" There may have been a smidge of derision in my tone.