So last week, none of us got mail for three days. No bills, no junk mail, not even an appearance by the mail truck. Nothing. This weekend, my neighbour got a package.
Not a big deal, right? Only it's one she sent.
. . .in December.
Apparently there are more packages and some regular mail on the way (and some is for me), all thanks to Mufti the Mail-Hoarding Postman. Yes, we had another weirdo doing our route! I swear we get all the rejects from other post offices; we must be the last stop before they get fired. Our regular carrier said he really couldn't talk about it (no surprise there), but promised there was an investigation underway. We'll see.
On a nicer note, we've been working on the garden. Things there are going well and I hope it will continue in that direction! I have in 20 different types of heirloom tomatoes, some melons, squashes, eggplant, cucumbers and peppers. Good eating.
ETA: Oh hey, the mail came. And I have some patterns for theninth. That I will not be re-shipping with printed postage but will instead be physically taking to Non-Sucky Post Office Across Town. And the package my neighbour got? The mint-condition vintage dish sent out is now in pieces. I am uneasy.
On b3ta, one of the top answers to the Question of the Week (last week: Puns) was the old 'Are you fucking serious?'/'Yes, that too' -- and it even got a mention in the newsletter! Fandom and b3ta. What a scary combination.
Aaaaand everyone laugh on cue -- I had to use the 'straighten' function to make the image more even. It's still grainy and shiny, but at least it's a little. . .er. . .more level.
Or maybe something at a party that will end in 'You should have seen them!'. Now, it just means I'm having trouble moving my left shoulder. Did my warranty expire at 30 or something?