Pretty much every single person I buy holiday gifts for that doesn’t live in my house lives far away across the country. Evidently the places they live are called “Zone 7” and “Zone 8,” according to the post office. I don’t know what that means, except that I should have mailed my packages weeks ago to save me a gajillion and six dollars on shipping.
Parcel post would have been the way to go.
Priority mail is what I had to do.
Next year, around November 1st, remind me to do my Christmas shopping and get it mailed before Thanksgiving. I might even send it by Pony Express.
Regardless, Team Stimey and I headed out on Saturday to the post office before we went to get our Christmas tree.
“Why,” you may ask, “would the whole family head out to the post office two Saturdays before Christmas?”
“That,” you might think, “is crazy. Even for Stimey.”
Well, the truth of the matter is that I needed all of Team Stimey’s help to carry all my boxes into the post office.
boxes on a newspaper stand outside and left it there.
But, happily, everything is now mailed, so the trip counts as a total success.
All in all, that was maybe the most expensive trip to the post office I’ve ever made.