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.

I have 5 packages that have to go out Priority Mail today. And I have no boxes. Blah.

Pete is Way Too Excited about organizing his killing spree.

Nah, it's just so easy to overlook the little things like the gamertag - the only way for the players to actually hook up. That's not something I'd want to realize I'm missing on the day of the event.

Emmett is just gaining points all over the place. He's a good kid. And Matilda! Recognizing her sibling! How precocious. And precious.

I remain skeered of earthquakes. I'm not fond of tornadoes, hurricanes and floods, either, but there's something fundamentally *wrong* about the earth moving (other than, you know, "the earth moved" moments). Nothing remains to trust.

I bolted a cup of coffee before we ran errands, and while I was gone, StY drank my second cup. I was disappointed, but not enough to make more coffee. We finished off the last (okay, never say that, ever. Because you know when you do, it just means you forgot something) errand, and found a bonus. The person in charge of candy and chocolate buying picked up milk chocolate covered cherries for Mom and for himself. While we were out I spotted dark chocolate covered ones--not only that, but dark chocolate *mint* ones. I may expire from the combination of yumminess.

Also, I just boiled some eggs to have on hand for salads and things, and peeled and ate one still warm. It was perfect, the white completely firm and set, and the yolk still just barely orange and translucent. Yum! The others will be completely cooked by the time they're cool.

I love boxing up packages. Especially Christmas stuff, where everything can be individually wrapped, and then snugly fit into the box. There's something oddly satisfying about it that sings to an otherwise latent anal-retentive part of my brain. I also go a little wild with the packing tape.

But then, I have no post office fear. I will mail anything for anybody! It's fun! Sending prezzies away to unsuspecting peeps!

t /post office whore

The Emmett/Matilda love is so reminiscent of the Ben/Sara love that it gives me warm fuzzies.

I love the post office. I have great sympathy for the guys at the counter, so long as they're giving it their best shot.