Hell Or High Water
Well, we had the high water part... I heard the pumps working in the basement during our flash thunderstorm yesterday. But that's actually not what kept me from getting things mailed. What kept me from getting things mailed was me standing in line at the post office on the way home going, "1805... 1805... D'oh! What the heck is their street name?" (How I remembered the number is beyond me.)
Despite mentally running through the alphabet, I had to come home and look it up. (From now on, I'll just think of Grease.) So I've got everything together, it's already in the car, and I just need to head back around the corner in the morning.
Despite mentally running through the alphabet, I had to come home and look it up. (From now on, I'll just think of Grease.) So I've got everything together, it's already in the car, and I just need to head back around the corner in the morning.