The Chevrons Engaging, But Nobody's Home...(A Duh Moment)
So, getting all the tribs packed, labeled and in happy stacks of pilfered Priority mailers all over the floor like tiny cardboard pillars. Tempted to have a Calvin & Hobbes moment and go "stomp, stomp, stomp" and make like Godzilla/Mothra/gray naked stinky monster Abbadon from Torchwood all over except duh, both legs aren't working yet. Oh well, cardboard's been spared.
Anyway, doing happy count of happy stacks, 16 lovely packages of zine bliss waiting for my postal man who is currently indulging in his love of postal uniform shorts today which is really wrong because the temperature just dropped from 90F to 54F so poor shivering, hairy knees knocking mailman--
Hang on.
-counts stacks-
17 stories...16 packages.
So channeling Numb3rs' Charlie Eppes and trying to figure out where/who/how one got left out from the happiness, wonderfulness (obviously, I was watching my I-Spy Dvds again) of tribs when it hit me...
I forgot to include my trib copy.
Doh.
Brain f_rt over, folks. Nothing to see here. LOL
Anyway, doing happy count of happy stacks, 16 lovely packages of zine bliss waiting for my postal man who is currently indulging in his love of postal uniform shorts today which is really wrong because the temperature just dropped from 90F to 54F so poor shivering, hairy knees knocking mailman--
Hang on.
-counts stacks-
17 stories...16 packages.
So channeling Numb3rs' Charlie Eppes and trying to figure out where/who/how one got left out from the happiness, wonderfulness (obviously, I was watching my I-Spy Dvds again) of tribs when it hit me...
I forgot to include my trib copy.
Doh.
Brain f_rt over, folks. Nothing to see here. LOL