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.