Month: March 2003

I used to get my mail at noon. I have lived in this house for almost 9 years now, which is a subject for another day, but for almost all of those 9 years, it was a very safe bet that if you went to the mailbox by 1pm the mail would be there. Our mailman generally delivered the mail between 11:30 and 12:30. For years.

Suddenly, the mail has been getting here between, oh, say 3 and 5. It’s 3:20pm right now, and he was just here (dropping off crap, I might add). I just can’t handle the change. Why, after 9 years, am I forced to suffer this way? Doesn’t he know what he’s doing to me?

One bottle of Merlot, three huge portions of food, and one free dessert later, it’s back to normal life. We went to Vinnie Testa’s to celebrate my friend’s birthday, while her husband watched her two kids and Junior. It is the highlight of his week when he gets to go play with them, so this was a good deal for everyone involved. We were going to eat and then maybe wander around Tatnuck or the Christmas Tree Shop in Shrewsbury, but we effectively killed our whole 3 hours just at the restaurant, talking and laughing. The bummer is that now the next birthday isn’t until October, so we’ll have to find some other excuse to do this again!

Pardon my dust while I attempt to figure out if I actually wrote the correct PHP statements to get my commenting software to work the way I want it to. Talk amongst yourselves.

Okay, if you don’t hear from me again tonight it’s because I’m out having fun!

My sister and her family bought a new dining room set and I am inheriting the old one. My dad says they will bring it over today, so that means my job is to create a clean spot for it. Easier said than done, of course. I have to figure out where to put the current table and chairs, and then I have to make sure there is enough room where the little desk is. The little desk is supposed to go up to Junior’s room. But then I have to find a place for all the stuff that’s ON the little desk. And under it. I’d better get started on that, I suppose. So if you don’t hear from me for a while, you’ll know why.