Unlike other Tahoe tourists, it only took us 2 1/2 hours to get home to Sacramento today, and that included lunch and a trip to the post office.
NeighborBill is not only our neighbor and house-sitter, but our postman. He was behind the counter when we stopped in to pick up our week's worth of mail, which was supposed to be on hold. He saw us in line, and despite the guy at his window with 15 giant boxes, all ready for certified mailing, NeighborBill and I shouted the following conversation:
N. Bill: Howdy, neighbor! How was the trip?
Me: Great! Ended much too early. We didn't want to come home.
N. Bill: Glad you had a good time. Say! Guess where your mail is!
Me: [puzzled look, one simple index finger pointing hither and yon to take in the luxurious mail-holding accommodations]
N. Bill: Nope! It's on your kitchen table!
Me: You had to bring in our mail? Well heck! It was supposed to be held! What kind of place are you running here?
And as if to prove my very point, NeighborBill walked away from the 15-box customer (who squeaked a protest) and went to the back of the office to retrieve a couple of PennyS@vers that actually did get held. Life! You can't buy comedy as great as this, folks!
Anyway, must unearth the laptop from the back of the truck so I may share vacation pictures (including those of Mindy and the li'l kids) later today or this weekend. First, I guess I'd better make sure everything is out of there and put away so my conscience will be clear. Yes, first check the blog, then do the unpacking. My priorities are crystal-clear.
Hooray! You're home! yay yay yay! Hope your trip was good. Oh, you will blog about it. Oh, you will. *threatening gestures*
Posted by: jo | July 30, 2004 at 04:41 PM
Yes! Missed you! And totally relate to your blogging priorities!
Posted by: Tonya | July 30, 2004 at 11:38 PM