Got a call just after dark. A guy was reading from a bill of lading and saying he had a piece of industrial equipment to deliver to my wife. He was in a semi truck and reluctant (wisely) to try to negotiate our twisty mountain dirt roads in the dark. So I met him at the pavement with my pickup.
To make a long story short, I've got a 3' x 10" x 4' - 75 lb box from Festool in the garage and SWMBO won't let me open it till Christmas. Arggghhh.
I'm thinging/hoping MFT.
What a great wife!
Also, it calms an old childhood fear - what if Santa can't find your house? Answer is - he calls on his cell phone for directions.