holiday

going postal

Cami Kaos

17 Dec 2007 — 1 min read

I had two packages to mail today.

2.

You know I really love you if I send you a package.

I love you even more if I send one during the holidays.

Did I mention how much I HATE mailing things. I am really not a fan of going to the post office.

Still, today I dropped K off at school with the help of my trusty assistant (hi mom) and then even though it was still 20 minutes until the post office opened we stood there.

In line.

Behind three people. With packages. And stuff.

By the time the door opened at 8:30 there were about 15 people in line behind me.

FIFTEEN.

Do you understand how many people that is waiting to get into the post office before 8:30 in the morning.

Nineteen.

But I got the packages mailed. Two of them.

And a couple of cards. Okay maybe three cards.

But I'm probably not sending you anything.

I hate going to the post office.

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