Lazy Day

I'm waiting for my payment from MediaDollarz, so we can go get some sugar. Of course, I don't want to be the one who goes to get it....but I probably will be. Mikey's mobility is limited. One of us is terrified of people but can move just fine, and the other isn't intimidated by almost anyone and can't friggin' move! Isn't life grand?

Drinking black coffee when you're not used to it will definitely start your day in an interesting fashion. I don't know how else to say it, except maybe that it's like plugging me into an electric outlet when I don't even have any rubber-coated wires!

Someone checked our mail for us today. I went out to check it, and most of it was on the ground of the porch. Someone had apparently gotten it out of the box, gotten angry or disgusted, and thrown it down, because it wasn't what they wanted to be in there. That's a might big assumption, I know, but it looked that way. I suppose the postman could have been drunk! LOL That's something I didn't think about before now.

Not like anything concerning anyone besides us or our daughters should be out in the mailboxes anyway, though. In fact, we're waiting on one letter for each daughter. Tiffany's husband James should be writing to us, so that we can forward it to her. Elisabeth's boyfriend Benny should be doing the same, except, of course, we'll forward it to Elisabeth, not Tiffany.

It's a long story as to WHY we have to receive and then forward our daughters' personal letters. I'll explain it soon, but not now. This electric socket is about to get grounded.

Talk later!

J