I hate nothing else like schlepping to the post office. Maybe I was traumatized as a child, I don't know. My town actually has really nice postal workers. I should not be so avoidant. There is just something about driving 7 minutes out in the cold strapping and unstrapping 2 children all for some little stickers.
I asked my postal worker if I could justifiably beg off the lateness of my Christmas thank you notes which have been sitting in want of stamps due to winter hardship or if i was just a sign that I was plain lazy.
Today seeing as the snow has finally melted off my deck and patches of grass are poking through. I couldn't pull the snowed in excuse- although the seasonally affected sun deprived February excuse probably could've bought me a few more weeks. Today after 14 minutes in the car, 2 strap ins, 2 unstraps, 3 coats, $9, 3 sheets of commemoratives, and one round of chase the pages of stamps that are blowing away in the parking lot. My thanks will now be complete.
1. detours 2. nice postal workers to ease the pain 3.thoughts