Heaven = Home Delivery

Dear UPS Man,

I think I love you. And I've never even laid eyes on you. But as long as you bring the goods, knock twice on the front door, then speed off in your big brown truck, I will love you. You don't even make me talk to you when you bring my packages. You just leave them on the front porch for me to fetch at my leisure. You, my dear, rock.

Just keep 'em coming, Honey.