Inside the recycle bin I find a neatly tied bundle. Sandwiched between several Diet Coke cartons is the box from this morning. It has been "weaved" into other bits so it's nearly impossible to separate.
This chick is good.
The reality is that I don't really care what Lisa secreted into the house. If it makes her happy it's worth every penny. I contemplate telling her about the smoking deal I got on these awesome JE pistons.
That's probably not a good idea. Best leave this one be, a Détente of sorts. Let sleeping smugglers lie... or something like that. It's worked for the last 25 years.