And welcome to my 100th post! Which I actually just noticed. And my super awesome 100th post? Is going to be a quickie.
I hope you like quickies.
Because I am absurdly busy with work. Which is not a bad thing, as I am rather fond of the regularly occurring paycheck & all, but it does cut into my quality blogging time. Work is one of the few places that I can get 20 minutes of uninterrupted time to crank out a post (on my break time, of course...ahem).
Being that I don't want to blog at 3am.
Or from the toilet.
Also? I think my family might become suspicious, or perhaps even concerned, if I spent half an hour in the bathroom with my laptop. I mean, I would probably become
Anyway, I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks to everyone who left congratulations for me regarding my knocked upness. That was not only very awesome to feel that level of support, but it was also pretty awesome to smoke my record for number of comments.
I may have mentioned that I'm a bit of a comment whore.
But, not to let the day pass without a Valentine's Day story...
As I was getting ready for work on Friday morning, Hub "nonchalantly" asks me about my shipping habits. I often purchase things from Amazon because
1. I hate shopping, and
2. I like buying things & having them just arrive. I pay & it comes. No hassle for me. No long-term commitments or anniversaries to remember...wait...what?
I usually have my packages sent to my office. Because I know there will always be someone to receive them. Plus, we have regular deliveries from the major services, so in my mind, my stuff may arrive sooner.
It's like getting little presents at work.
But why is hub asking me about having stuff sent to work? Perhaps he wants his Amazon stuff to start arriving at his job? Or maybe my job?
"So, um, have you ever accidentally sent something to the wrong address?"
"Um...huh? What do you mean the wrong address?"
We recently (as in last June) moved to a new office. We are a half mile in the other direction now.
"You mean have I ever accidentally shipped to my old office address?"
"I dunno. I don't think so. We have had some idiot vendors who can't seem to get our new address straight, but I don't think I have done that..."
"So, um...what do you do when something is going to the wrong address...?"
My mental lightbulb is starting to flicker at this point.
"We sic our highly efficient Admin on them & that usually fixes the problem"
"Oh. Um...I can't do that."
My husband almost managed to surprise me. Almost.