Aimee, I hope that the company can fix the mistake.

How is it possible that I should have to come in to work when the coffee shop in the building is closed?

This is evil, Sparky.

Aimee, I hope that the company can fix the mistake.

It's an eBayer. And they'r in SoCal, so if they get it out today, it should be here Saturday. It's just aggravating.

On the one hand, where was the fight director? (or whomever it is that choreographs violence in films.)

think that this one would be the stunt director/coordinator. Matt Damon and the safe word. So cute.

Seriously. I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.

Awww, I'd mail stuff for you Ple. And I'd drive Jilli around too.

I got back from dropping Emmett off at school a little while ago, which was oddly satisfying. The more aware and interactive Matilda is, the more smitten he is -- he insisted on carrying her onto the playground so he could show her off to his friends. (Where he also introduced me! As his stepmom! He's never done that before! The exclamation points are out of control!)

Yesterday afternoon, when Matilda and I went to his day care to pick him up, the first words out of his mouth as soon as he saw us were "Can I hold her?" And as soon as I put her into his arms, she turned to squint at the new human holding her... and her face just lit up. Big huge eyes, big gummy smile, flapping arms. Saying with her whole person, head to toe, "It's you. It's you! I can't believe it!" It was heart-stopping, I tell you what.

I had an eBay dress all ready to mail today, and actually drove past the post office at 9 exactly and there was hardly any line, but Matilda chose that moment to wake up fully and realize: (a) Emmett was no longer in the car, and (b) SHE WAS HELLACIOUSLY STARVING. So we drove home instead, and she's spent the last 20 minutes simultaneously nursing and filling her diaper. The eBay dress lady will just have to wait one more day.

I have Post Office Panic.

This is why I have a teenager. I made her ship my secret santa package for me.

er..um... pardon the Xbox ignorance. What is Gamertag? I'll be playing up at ND's place. The profile name is omnisaudis or omnis_audis or omnis audis (can't remember if I put a flavor of space or not).

Omni, don't sweat it. I thought you were playing from your own Xbox. If you're playing on one of ND's, then it's his gamertags that count, and I already have those. I don't have SExM's, though.

I have Post Office Panic. I get there and start to shake and lose my brain and then I have to run away. Bad for shipping things, I tell you what.

Next year, drop them off here. I have no problem mailing extra stuff, I hit the PO so often.

Not only is that phone ugly, it's really old. Oh, I'll pay for my phones, but if it's going to be through the nose I do it early.

I have Post Office Panic, plus a strange reluctance actually put a package together. I'd have to rent a teenager.

Pete is Way Too Excited about organizing his killing spree.