Back in May I found myself hiding behind trees and crouched behind cars waiting for our mailman to show up, and at which time I would tackle him and paw through his letter carrier bag searching for my personal training certification results. Ok, so not really. But damn near close.
I'm doing it again. The "damn near close" part. For the better part of the month I have been throwing bills aside and invitations from credit card companies promising me a quarter-million-dollar credit limit in a desperate search for a letter that I'm hoping will be delivered to my house.
The mail just arrived. The coveted letter was not among the bank statements and the blood drive reminders. I'm now mentally gearing myself up for Thursday's "Mailman Stakeout".
Good Lord, this is so pathetic.
7.23.2008
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LOL - can't you get arrested for that?
You don't have to ambush him. Not at all. Just greet him at the door with a sexy nightgown on - if he's got it, he'll give it up!
Now I am wondering what has captured your attention so? Did you send off for your clown license too? Mine took forever!! But now I am certified to wear big shoes, funny clothes and drive a little car, it was worth the wait.
The first three comments were way funnier than anything I could come up with...but I am curious to know what you are stalking the mailman for this time?
it's worst that in Italy.. and it's hard to be worse of the Italy...o God we trust..!
very funnny the second comment!!it's a good advice..;P
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Ugh.
That waiting game.
You're much more patient than I am!! Pounce baby... Pounce!
If it was here in Monty, they'd lose it on you...
I'm the same way almost all the time. That's what happens when you get Netflix, but don't have any regular television.
It beats get pounced on by a Labrador. :)
At first you I thought you were talking about your dog or cat. ;o)
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