You can see what I mean here, because they have embedding disabled. Poopy heads. (vid is clean)

Also, I don’t think anyone understands all the words to this, but for those who are interested, here’s a vid of the underpants gnome song. Enjoy!

Now, any time that I can ship out during normal post office hours is a good thing, since the local multi-shipping place charges a hefty surcharge for the convenience of staying open past normal work hours. *gasp* Open when real people aren’t at work? Who’da thunk?

Anyway. The closest post office is a small counter in the back of a gift shop in the shopping center of a “rich people” golf course rental community. It’s mostly retirees, and so even when there’s a line, there’s generally plenty of patience and often even friendliness, which is a pleasant change from other post offices.

So imagine my shock when I arrived to find myself 7th in line! At first I thought I had merely stumbled into the only rush hour of the month, until I heard the conversation up at the counter.

“But she no need the stamp. She just need envelope and stamp. Give me refund!”

“I can’t do that, we don’t refund postage. Besides, it’s two months old.”

This was repeated for about 10 minutes, while I, and one other woman stifled our giggles, and the rest waited patiently. This was occasionally interspersed with “I can’t argue with you all day, there are customers waiting to be served.” and “I am customer too! She no need this stamp…”

After that, two people got out of line, and several minutes later than that, one woman from the line finally went up, tapped the woman on the shoulder and said “She’s not going to change her mind- you might as well just go to the downtown post office and ask for your refund there”. Then she asked how much the stamp was for- you could tell that she was intending to just give the woman the money until the complainer told her it was over $16.

It took 15-20 minutes until the combination of the woman from the line, and a guy from the pharmacy finally convinced her that the refund could not be given there, and that if she wanted a refund she’d have to take it up with the main PO in the area.

Perhaps you just had to be there, but I wanted to document this so that I can use it in one of my novels.

more animals

That right there just explains so much about me, doesn’t it? I like squirrels so much that I own the domain NuttySquirrelBottom.com. Disturbed yet?

Btw- I’m going to be doing a series of posts with my affiliate links in them for easy reference for my mother and friends who want to give me a kick back with their purchases. So, if you see posts with normal titles like “Food and Drink”- go ahead and read through, but don’t feel pressured.

So, anyway, he pulls up this awesome video of Andrea Bocelli singing Elmo to sleep. I love it! Andrea Bocelli has the most incredible voice, and it’s so cute the way he keeps smiling at Elmo.

There’s a better quality video here, but it won’t allow for embedding.

Me: Hey, I’m going to make bran muffins tonight.

DH: Whoo. Hoo.

Me: Chocolate chip!

DH: I’m not the one who needs to poop.

Me: No. Good for you. Fiber. (yes, I really talk like this) It’s good for other things too. Good for your heart.

DH: I don’t believe that.

Me: What?

Now tell me. Who, on earth, doesn’t know that fiber is good for your heart and that it’s not just for pooping?

I do so hate exercising. Here are the main excuses I give myself.

1. My feet hurt.

Actually, this is a legitimate gripe I have. For some bizarre reason, I can never get my right foot situated comfortably on the Gazelle. It always ends up hurting after 2-3 minutes.

2. But I’m already undressed.

Ok- TMI. Still, I can’t exercise if I’m not wearing comfortable pants and… you guessed it, changing clothes is even more annoying than exercising.

3. My shoes are downstairs.

I generally kick off my shoes the second I walk in the door. However, the Gazelle is upstairs. And yeah… I either don’t want to go down stairs, or I don’t want to go up stairs.

4. I’m hungry/just ate.

Since I’m insulin resistant, I really can’t let my body get to a certain point in hunger. And, of course, you’re not supposed to exercise right after eating. But really, I use that excuse waaaaay too much.

5. I’ll have to wash my hands.

The rubbery coating on the Gazelle’s hand grips always makes my hands smell funny. I’ve actually used this as an excuse.

6. I just took a shower.

I hate sweating! And since you have to shower after you’ve been sweating, I refuse to work out after a shower.

7. Lemme just write this post, oh, look at the time.

Yeah. Funny how “I’m just checking my email” can last 3 or more hours. Until bed time.

8. I don’t want them to get the credit!

Believe it or not, when people encourage me to lose weight/exercise, that’s when I dig in my heels the most. In school, I would only exercise on summer vacation because I hated my gym teacher so much that I was afraid he’d think it was his influence if I lost weight! I’m good with congratulations when I’ve already lost weight, but I hate it when people are supportive before hand.

So what are your best/worst excuses for not exercising?