Day 90. Almost.

Tomorrow is my ninetieth work day at the post office.  This means that 1. It will be much more difficult for them to fire me if they so wish and 2. I will get a uniform allowance.  I realized today that after this many days of working, I finally walk to the correct side of the mail truck to enter it now.  Unfortunately, I now walk to the incorrect side of the Jeep or car when I'm not working.  I have even gone as far as hopping into the passenger seat, buckling my safety belt and getting utterly confused when I tried to put the key in the ignition and realized there was not even a steering wheel there.  And then I looked out the window to see Kenny standing there laughing at me.  Laugh it up, husband.  But I am watching you.  

Another thing I've done (but only once):  On my drive home from work, on a gravel road, a mailbox flag was up.  Without thinking, I pulled over to retrieve the mail.  It didn't take long to realize that I was on the wrong side of the vehicle.  Okay, in the wrong vehicle altogether.  And not on the clock.  I quickly pulled away, hoping that nobody saw me.  

And that's it for work stories.  But here's a great I-Finally-Got-A-Saturday-Off story.  We got my sister married.  We sure did.  It was the most fun I've had on a Saturday this whole year.  I gave a speech without making a huge ass of myself (I think) and though I must have drank at least thirty beers, I woke up the next morning hangover-free.  I love my sister.  I love weddings.  And from here on out, we will share an anniversary.  And Mae was quite happy that so many people showed up for her birthday.  I could tell you how much fun she had, but instead, I'll just let this photo tell you:

Cake face = a good time.  That's just that.  And beyond that, she got to dance for hours with glowing bracelets around her ankles, the lemonade was bottomless and the cousins were plentiful.  

The next day, Mae took her birthday earnings on a shopping trip.  She has been wanting a chair for quite some time now.  But not just any chair.  A chair made of bungee cords.  It.  Is.  Awesome.  She has already said, more than once, "I should have bought two chairs because EVERYBODY'S sitting in it and I never get to!"  We all want chairs made out of bungee cords now.  It's like sitting on a trampoline sized perfectly to fit your ass.  If you don't believe me, stop everything you're doing right now and run to the nearest Target to try one out.  You will not regret it.  

My farewell words for today are: If you like your mail carrier, turn your sprinkler on.  If you REALLY like your mail carrier, leave a cold bottle of water in your mailbox for them.  In case you haven't noticed, it is HOT outside.