Tuesday, December 23, 2008

Please Stand By

It's two days before Christmas.

I have last minute things to do.

I have to go to the Post Office. Yes, I have to go to the Palmer Post Office. Two days before Christmas. To pick up packages. I have to go.


I may need to be shot with a tranquilizer dart gun.

I have to take the kid with me, as in he can't be left alone to snoop around the house - if you're getting my drift here.

If I'm not arrested for murder and mayhem, you may see an actual post in a couple of hours.

Or you may be seeing some interesting news.

We'll see how it goes.


  1. Jim's going to the PO? This should be fun. I think I'll start refreshing the ADN's homepage looking for breaking news on violent rampages in the Valley. Hee!

    Michelle, you've had a rough week. As long as Jim's gone, want some chocolate and scotch? I'm sure we can find some around here somewhere. Jimmy's not supposed to be snooping, but he didn't say anything about US. *snort*

  2. I've survived the post office trip.

    120+ in line. At 9:00 in the morning. Don't these people have jobs? Fuck. Two postal androids behind the counter. Two. Two of the slowest, booger eatingest, poor attitude havingest retards you've ever seen. Goddamn, if they moved any slower it would be glacial.

  3. Ooh! Chocolate and scotch! How did I miss this?

    I've got some bourbon balls as well.


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