The Post Office

I have been told to write and am afraid that if I don't soon my life may come to an end by the hand of Marcie.  Which it may.  She tried to close the blog and I told her we had 8 followers.  There is no way we could let our loyal supporters down...however I've had writers block for awhile now.  Well, maybe not writers block.  There is a lot in my head.  Maybe just laziness since I haven't just sat down to get it all typed out...

This morning let's discuss the Post Office.  I have to go there in a few minutes so why not?  I love mail!  I like getting the mail, I love that I now have a massively huge mailbox and packages fit in it and aren't left in the rain by my back door, and let's face it, mail is just fun!  You never know what might be inside that box awaiting you...in high school I had a friend who was known to mail me cookies.  Maybe she instilled this love in me.  Thanks Megan Ford!

Anyway, back to the Post Office though.  They are nuts.  Or maybe the people who set stamp prices are.  I honestly have NO IDEA how much a stamp costs these days.  A sticker.  That costs money and has the power to transport something hundreds or thousands of miles away.  I buy "forever stamps" which have no price labeled on them because the Post Office doesn't want to remind you of how much you are getting screwed to use their gas and little white trucks.

One day though I decided it was my turn to screw them.  That's right.  It was Thanksgiving and I thought I should send Marcie a card thanking her for her friendship.  I sent it TO my address in Athens.  I put the RETURN address as Marcie's in Moultrie.  I mailed the card from Blakely.  Sure enough, it showed up a few days later in Moultrie, returned to Marcie with an ink stamp that said "insufficient postage".

Ha!!!  And that was the day, ladies and gentlemen, that I got my way with the United States Postal Service!