USPS... again. Stop me if you've heard this one before! (Just kidding... the USPS is so incredibly shitty and hires piss-poor workers that it's going to get worse before it finally collapses)



The Spongebob kid meme has been used and over used... but it SOOOO fits my life most of the time. So I'm using it again!  Ha ha.

This morning I'm over coffee already - it's been a busy morning.  I've moved on to my B12 vitamin drink. (Grape ZipFizz)

April 16th I ordered two photo books from Snapfish.  
April 20th they shipped.
May 4th I still don't have them.

Stop me if you've heard this one before....  LOL!

Snapfish says it was given to DHL who then gave it to the USPS.  It's at the USPS facility (one in Georgia).

The USPS they are still waiting for delivery of it. 

Thankfully it's NOT the photo book I made that is a gift for someone's birthday next week.  It's just 2 personal albums of our family photos so it's not like it's going to be something a USPS employee wants to steal and sell on ebay.  So, I have that going for me.  Maybe I'll get them.  Eventually.

(For the record we've had some kick-ass USPS employees... truly.  My local current 'regular' mail person is awesome and I love her - but she only actually works about 4 days a week and it's always hit or miss what days she's delivering.  In some parts of the country where work ethics and morals and character are still a part of day-to-day life and culture, the USPS still rocks.  But if you happen to live in cities or regions where the work ethic and culture is crappy... well, there ya go.  Right now we are about 1 for 6 on items 'lost' by the USPS that always seems to happen in the greater Atlanta, Georgia and North Carolina regions....).


I saw this meme this morning and chuckled because I was thinking of this exact thing last night!  Mr. Coffee had gotten home from work and I was standing in the kitchen telling him about my day and a couple stories about some of the errands I ran.   

How boys tell a story...

How girls tell a story....

Nailed it.


I don't understand how I can remember every word from a song from 1994, but I can't remember why I went into the kitchen.

Husbands are the best people to share your secrets with. 
They'll never tell anyone because they aren't even listening.