I have my box of meat!

The other day I came upstairs and said:

"Where is my box?"
And Fran answered, "Hey, no dirty talk!"
I answered, "Well, I could have said the long version, which is 'Where is my box of meat?'"

There was, in fact, still no box of meat, so yesterday I finally called the post office. The last time I had a package, it was in the Union City post office, but I called it and it wasn't there. So I called the Weehawken post office, and there it was!

"But I sent the slip back, why didn't they re-deliver!"
"Well, you know what they do at the main post office? They take those slips and they put them on a desk and they ignore them forever!"

So I was going to get up early this morning to get my box of rotting meat from the post office, but I hit snooze until 9.45a. Of course, I picked it up anyway, because who wouldn't want a box of rotting meat? And besides, there are two Buffy tapes and the fruitcake in there, too, so even if the meat isn't any good there are still joys to be had.

I think that it probably isn't rotting. They put enough spices in those sausages to last them unrefrigerated on a trip to the New World, they can stand a week in the Weehawken post office.

Today's horoscope:
Take stock of your vocational position today. Look for avenues to gain more power. Take a step closer to what you want.

One year ago today:
"You don't love me AT ALL!"
"Yes, I do love you, but in a strange way."

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