And there I was, standing in 29 degree weather with the wind whipping my face, starring at a post-office box that had just eaten my mail. That's right. I had just dropped our Christmas cards in that blue box with NO STAMPS. As the cards slipped off my fingers, I immediately knew what I had just done. Not only that, but the conversation from two nights before replayed in my head. "Sweetie, don't forget to stamp these." Even better than that, I had done it the day before too. You got it. As I stood there in 29 degree weather, I was clued-in to the fact that I had dropped two bundles of Christmas cards, two days in a row, when I was clearly told by my wife to "GET STAMPS." This was not good.
I started to get that sickening feeling, as I remembered how important these cards were to my wife. At that point, I had a big decision to make. It was time to face the music. I'll keep that conversation between husband and wife, but it went a bit better than expected. I was given a lifeline with a "track 'em down" explanation-point. Long story, short, I "tracked 'em down" and I'm now known as the "Christmas Card Guy" to the people at the post-office. They saved me.
In conclusion to this column, words like listen, comprehend, concentrate, and focus are all over my New Year's resolution list. No more ADD for me. In 2011, I'm a sponge.
I started to get that sickening feeling, as I remembered how important these cards were to my wife. At that point, I had a big decision to make. It was time to face the music. I'll keep that conversation between husband and wife, but it went a bit better than expected. I was given a lifeline with a "track 'em down" explanation-point. Long story, short, I "tracked 'em down" and I'm now known as the "Christmas Card Guy" to the people at the post-office. They saved me.
In conclusion to this column, words like listen, comprehend, concentrate, and focus are all over my New Year's resolution list. No more ADD for me. In 2011, I'm a sponge.
I don't mean to poke fun but that's funny! glad it all worked out!
ReplyDeleteThat's just one of my many goofs. I stay out of the doghouse, for the most part. Thanks for the comments.
ReplyDeleteOh my... you could very well have been a dead man walking!
ReplyDeleteYou owe the post office a big thank you. Wine will be a good start.
Husbands have been executed for lesser offenses than this.
ReplyDeleteI don't want to get "executed." A trip to the doghouse will do.
ReplyDeleteI'm usually the one that does stuff like that. She should be happy that you went out in 29 degree weather to mail them...but, I'm glad it worked out for you in the end. As William said, a big thankyou to the post office.
ReplyDeleteGood blog.
My husband thinks I'm Wonder Woman but will state I've got Alzheimer's if I forget something.
ReplyDeleteIt's all good. You've got a lot of multi-tasking to do if you stay home.
Wonderful blog.
They're cutting back at the post office so next year you're out of luck. Get some of those Forever Stamps.
ReplyDeleteI better get some "forever stamps" because the post office saved my hide. These were some VERY important cards. THANKS FOR THE COMMENTS.
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