I got a knock at the door just a couple of minutes ago. I thought it would be the DHL man here to pick up my package. Alas, it was the FedEx man. At first I was confused. "We hadn't ordered anything," I thought. "It must be for the neighbors." But sure as day there was my name on the label. But the return address was unfamiliar. "A mail bomb? Anthrax? Do I have any enemies???" All raced through my head. Then it hit me. The hubby had been talking incessently the last week about getting me a Shuffle to use when I go running. I thought he was going to wait a week to see if a refurb became available. Sneaky, sneaky.... But I'm happy! My iPod mama now has a baby Shuffle! Woohoo!