You go outside with your main squeeze and are having a conversation about this or that and, mid-sentence, she asks you “what happened to the mailbox?”
You turn and you look and, sure enough, there is a lovely space where the mailbox used to be and now is not. You look around on the ground, glance under the porch, and basically spin around in front of the house looking for, jeez, looking for the dang mailbox that, seriously, was just there the other day!
So now you have to go to either the Lowe’s or the Home Depot, whichever one we aren’t still boycotting, and pick up the $40 special “just pound it into the ground with a rubber mallet because cement blocks aren’t a legal base for a mailbox according to Colorado state law, as if that’s their purview” basic model and spend the next hour installing it.
And wondering about the kids these days.
Anyway, with that behind us, I asked Maribou what we’re doing this weekend and she answered, paraphrased, “everything”. Apparently, Saturday is booked from about 8AM until 9:30PM. Which is crazy to me. Luckily, Sunday is devoted to everything we couldn’t get to on Saturday, because we were totally booked. Which means that Monday is going to be the most sane day in a few days for me.
On the upside, we won first place in the pub quiz tonight and first prize was FREE BEER FOR A WEEK!
Of course: WE’RE ALL BOOKED UP THIS WEEKEND. Also: I’m a wino.
But at least we didn’t come in 2nd again. Because that was frustrating.
So… what’s on your docket?