The Suprise package!!

On Friday my son and I were running out the door and found a package on the
porch. The label was handwritten from the hospital where I delivered my last
baby.  I have had 7 kids and never received a package from the hospital
before.  Especially 3 and a half months after delivering the baby.  I
actually got surprisingly excited.   I have to admit I felt like a kid at
Christmas.  The box was big, but very light and they used a gauze bandages
box to ship it in.  I didn't think they'd send me a box of bandages, but I
also had no better idea's of what it might be.  I hadn't ordered anything,
left anything, lost anything, won anything or for that matter needed or
really wanted anything from the hospital. So I started thinking of
possibilities.  Could it be the allusive cleaning fairy that everyone on
Facebook keeps talking about? Maybe my sanity I lost when I had 7 kids?  A
new diaper bag full of goodies,  formula, a book on parenting? Maybe my bill
was so big it didn't fit into an envelope or maybe it really was an entire
box of bandages.  After all I have 7 kids now I'm sure I'll use them with
the amount of boo-boo's we get.   So I knew I couldn't wait until I got home
to open it.

I had my son pick it up and bring it with us.   My oldest son opened it as I
drove and after lots of hard work of trying to get through the entire roll
of tape they used to close the box.  This only got me more excited as what they could
possibly deem this important to go through this much effort. Obviously they
went through a lot of work to send this to me.  I got even more excited.  He
got it opened and got through all the brown packaging paper used and opened
the white belongings bag.  This finally revealed someone else's shoes!!!
That's right someone else's shoes. 

Now this might not be bad if the real owner of these shoes wore size 7 or 8 shoes that were purchased after 2000.  They are basic black slip on's, but they are the same size as my husband's who wears a size 12 men's. OK, the truth is they are a quarter of an inch smaller.  I measured.  They are big enough for me to put them on while still wearing my own shoes.
My first question after I stopped laughing was, "Why?"



My next question was, "Now what do I do with them?" 


They must be important to someone.  After all, the hospital spent $5.16 to send them to the wrong person.

So if you have had a baby this year, wear the same huge size of shoes as an adult male and left your nice black slip on shoes at the hospital maternity ward.  I have them.  Please let me know where to send them.