After eagerly awaiting a package* I gather the mail and find that it’s not there. Not a big deal, slightly disappointed. 2 hours later I leave the house and the package is in my mailbox.
While awaiting another package* I delay leaving town to wait for the mail. The mailman comes, personally puts the mail in my hand, no package. I leave town. Two hours later Kevin calls to tell me the package was in the mailbox when he got home.
Yesterday, while eagerly awaiting yet another package*, I watch the mailman walk through my front lawn and throw an empty chip bag on the ground. As he leaves he brushes more trash out of his truck onto my driveway. No package.
Exhibit D (read:Undeniable Proof):
Today, while still eagerly awaiting the same package from yesterday…
9:30am: I take some mail out to the box to be sent out. My neighbors happen to be doing the same.
10:30am: I go check the box even though I know full well the mail never comes before 11:30. The mail I was sending is gone, my box is full of mail. The neighbors mail is still waiting to be taken.
11:00am: I check again to see if he swung back by to get the neighbors mail and, hopefully, drop off my package. Neighbors mail is gone. No package.
1:30pm: We leave the house to run errands. My much anticipated package is in the mailbox.
3:30pm: We return home. No change in the mailbox.
6:00pm: Kevin leaves for work. Comes back in the door moments later carrying a handful of mail from the box.
7.5 hours and 4 trips to deliver mail to one house? Obviously we’re dealing with some heavy duty drug use here people.
*Yes, I know I get an inordinate amount of packages in the mail. Cloth diapers, the good ones anyway, are only available online so I’m usually getting a fairly steady stream of “fluffy mail”. Sadly, this is the highlight of my life, therefore my mailman is always under my close scrutiny.*
On an unrelated note, here’s some pics of the kiddos on halloween. You can also see Caedmon’s trip to the Johnson’s house here: www.xanga.com/JJPHOTO