Today has been a comedy of errors. Thought I was a week behind. Then I ran out of tape. Then I couldn't find a box. Then I found out ALL of the school pictures I ordered were bizarre sizes, so none of the frames fit.
I finally had the away/East coast packages ready to deploy and jumped in the car and hit the highway and.....went in the wrong direction.
Got to the post office forty minutes later (instead of fifteen) and the lineup was out the door.
Dear God.
Then the kind clerk tells me 10 business days and I panic and think..it's the fifth, so that means it won't make it by the twenty-fifth. I was never very good at math and so I chose Express Post, which meant the prices doubled and now shipping is more than the gifts and oh dear. Yes, I know. I had ALL KINDS OF TIME for the boxes to make it to their destinations, now they will just get there faster.
No peeking, Nolan.
I was on my way and realized we need milk. I stop in the drugstore to get some and wind up in another lineup. Apparently everyone does all their errands from 12-1. This time the lineup features famous faces. Like Meatloaf, or so I thought until he turned around. I think I was hungry and just projecting.
Rattled? Completely.
Why, you ask?
My daughter's going to her first school dance tonight. Our daughter is, I mean.
Because she's twelve, and twelve changes everything. Just ask her father.
