You’re Not A Loser, Baby. You’re Just Not A Winner.

Me: Did you see the last comment I left?

B: The “I win”?

Me: Yeah.

B: Yeah, that’s what you think. Just wait ’til you get home. Heh heh heh.

Me: Whatever.

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On a more suspenseful? frustrating? maddening? note, supposedly my dish rag tag team’s box has been dropped off to “the unit” but it has not yet shown up at the house. It was dropped yesterday morning around the 8:00 a.m. hour to aforementioned “the unit.” There was no pink slip to go pick it up at the post office. I even went by my old apartment to check and make sure it didn’t somehow turn up there. Nothing. Nada. Weirdness, no? I mean, I know there is no way we’re going to get first prize, because another team already has it, but I’m all about finishing strong. Going the distance. Going for speed. Being a Cake song. But I can’t do that without the freaking box.

I’ve been calling the post office to tell them to either drop it at the house on the front porch or leave it at the post office so B can pick it up on his way home. Woot! I finally go through. I’m hold right now as the guy is checking for the box. . .

OK…

The guy at the post office is going to call me back because according to the mail carrier person, he didn’t have a box for me yesterday. WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!? Why doesn’t their computer system match up with what the office is telling me? This is maddening. He’s going to check the tracking number and get back to me. I hope he tells me they have the package and they will leave it at the house. Then, I can knit my dishrag.

Word up, my peeps!!

Eddie, from the the post office, just called me back. The box is at the post office and they’re going to ask the carrier to leave it on the front door. It’s supposed to rain all day, but the front stoop will be fine because of the overhang. I also left instruction for him to leave it inside the storm door. That way, it’ll be up off the porch and should stay dry. If for some reason, it won’t be there, Eddie assured me that it would be at the post office. At least we finally know what happened to the box! And I’ll get to work as soon as I get home. The Boy has a soccer game tonight. Or supposedly does, but if it’s supposed to rain all day and it rained a good bit yesterday, the field is probably going to be too soggy to play on tonight. However, if he does have a game, I’m going to figure out some way to rig an umbrella to stay over me so I can knit during the game. I will make a tent if I have to.

GAME ON!

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