Going to the post office

Well, heeheeheee, a box is packed for LZP’s birthday and it is ready to be taped up and taken to be sent out.  The price of one of the items is still on it because, yes, it was a Sign from God purchase from GoodWill.  I was driving on Dupont and a voice kept nagging me to go to GoodWill . . . for the Fun of the Hunt. (Hint: hidden unintentional pun)

It is silly, not much, but oh, so appropriate. I mean who would expect a _____ (to be filled in after LZP receives it) to be sitting there on a shelf, waiting for me.

Oh, by the way, more folks here at the PBC & R took off for the Ohio Redoubt . . . are they tired of our peanut butter? Tempted by the land of Cousin Vinny’s Pizza and Hot-Headed Burrito? Or could it be my personality? Oh, of course not, AmeliaJake; you are the nicest, most wonderful, sweetest person in the whole wide world.

Ack, the keyboard is in spasms!!!!!!!Rtuy;jn] CALMING TOUCH ON KEYS . . . Uh, yes, I may have exaggerated my magnificentude; I’ll try to be more humble.

 

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  1. There is a Birthday parade in Wal Mart’s parking lot with a giant inflatable Wanda Balloon, the kazoo marching band, batter fried soup on a stick, to wrap up with a square dance, music provided by Baldy and the Combovers with Fat Whitman (Slim’s brother)

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