It took a lot of tape to reach that grand total.
One box took away all of my pen money for the year. JC thought I was gonna let him keep the change. Like he expected a tip. Well, he did't charge me for the gas so . . . Perhaps I should have?
Free socks are all I could afford after mailing twenty-five gifts. Thanks, Thorlo. No, I cannot play tennis, but socks are socks, right? Good socks at that. I'll need a go fund me page to buy shoes. No way, huh? I know my good pen friends would draw, cut, color, fold, glue, and mail me a pair first.
JC took me out for a meal at the Black Walnut this afternoon. His treat. No tatanka burger! No more. Never again. It's all I've ever eaten there in almost three years. I teared up. I kept asking why. The nice cashier person suggested that I write a letter to management . . . I will. I am still absolutely heartbroken though. It's not even on the menu in the new cafe in Georgia. What's the world coming to? To think I almost asked about hosting a cafe letter-writing event there. (sigh) Never mind. I wish I could get y'all to write a letter on my behalf, but I'd never impose. (sigh)
More letter envelopes were folded last night. I refuse to do more than thirteen this time.
The adhesive on all the lovely seals isn't worth spit. I guess letters are hand canceled in the Netherlands. Is a good thing I've got great glue. They're still cute though.
Sorry. I still cannot get over how long that receipt is. Two ladies at the post office sent their regards via JC. He even knows their names now. I think he likes all the attention is why he asks if I need to check my p.o.b. almost everyday. It's like twelve miles one way. Hmm. My non-machinable stamps are used up now. The Flow envelopes are so small they have to be hand canceled. My pen friends are worth it. Y'all know who you are, too. I'm just not sure I can afford any more of you. (grin)
I've had a wonderful week.