I would like to point out that I am probably the only girl in the world to get married with Lion slipper socks (that actually roar) in my trousseau. That’s just cool.
Wedding invites got here today…
So now you’ll know how long it takes me to get them addressed and sent out. I still have to get the maps and directions to the church printed out… should get that done tomorrow, and we hsould be ready to rock and roll. Or something.
I had to fight with the post office today… see, I wanted 100 of the .60 stamps with flowers on them, and 100 of the .37 candy heart stamps… so I went to the Mastin Lake post office. And they looked at me like I was crazy. The only stamps, I’m told, that they have 100 of, are flag stamps. They actually didn’t have *any* of either of the stamps I was looking for, and offered to seel me 20 Dr. Suess stamps instead. When asked where to go to find said stamps, the lady said (and I’m not joking)… “Well, you could try the Wynn Drive post office… it’s a Fah-la-del-ic center. Or the post office sells stamps on it’s website, but I don’t rememebr the web address. I think there’s a 1-800 number, but I don’t know what it is, either.”
So I left, trying to figure out what the crap Fahladelic was… a few minutes later, it hit me. Philatelic (Fil-a-te-lic). Like, stamp collecting. And all this time, I had being trying to relate it to something Freudian.
The Wynn drive post office, by the way, had everything I needed. And the USPS website, should you ever wonder (don’t ask the Post Office people, they don’t know)… is http://www.usps.com.
Been there… done that.
Tupperware is cool. And I have a bunch of it now. Yay!
(I guess it’s a good thing that Chad and I didn’t register for many little plastic containers, huh?)
Interesting AI puzzle (stole the link from David)
Ha. True most of the time though…
*sigh*
Why is it, in a house full of Atkin’s dieters, I can’t find any protien type foods worth eating? I wonder what my family does eat… as the only things I’ve found to eat today are Froot Loops, oatmeal, and pasta. None of which they can eat… hm.
So. Yeah. I’m fixin’ to finish my patsa… enjoy a glass of high class wine… or, well, malt likka, anyway, and head to bed… not sure if one glass of Boones will be enough to make me sleep… but the thought of getting drunk in order to get a “good night’s sleep” isn’t terribly appealing. Eh. Maybe it will help some, anyway. Or something.