Tomorrow starts the nearly daily trips at lunch to the Post Office to mail Christmas boxes to relatives in far flung lands. It is always a pleasure to stand around and wait and then have to go through the little verbal song and dance about how fast would you like it to get there, do you need insurance, or delivery confirmation. Now they have got an exit spiel too, about that did you know the Postal Service now accepts credit and debit cards as well as checks. I guess I could go to one of those mailing places, but they are hit and miss and charge more. I will just suffer and use the experience as my penance for actually not visiting family over the holidays.
Life of Brian
a proud part of the 90%
