Is it a Federal Crime?

The other day, we received a package from our contact teacher who lives in Idaho Falls. On the package was a small, manila envelope with a note from the Post Office stating that we needed to pay 34 cents in unpaid postage on the package.

So... I proceeded to search out 34 pennies and put them in the manila envelope. And I put it in the mailbox.

Mind you, I don't really care about owing the post office 34 cents. Actually, I didn't owe it, but I paid it. Purely out of the goodness of my heart. I do care about the opportunity to "get back" at our slightly evil post deliverer.

Such is life.

Saturdays...

Right now I am sitting at my computer and thinking about Saturdays. What are they for anyway? Well I am sure I don't know. Mostly I clean my house while my siblings don't. But there is one good thing about Saturdays, besides the fact that there is no school. Just homework. The ONE... other! good thing about Saturdays is that the mail comes on Saturdays. Everything else that matters to me is closed on Saturday (banks, Walmart...) but the POST OFFICE! Yay! So every Saturday I look forward to 10 minutes after 3 when I can skip outside across the ice, trip and die, and then check my mailbox.
There is nothing better in life besides getting things in the mail from your Aunt Jessie in Thailand once in a blue moon when it actually comes. Except maybe chocolate and new piano music.
There is nothing worse than tripping, dying, slipping on ice (not necessarily in that order) and then seeing nothing for you in your mail box. Except maybe when you are craving chocolate and have none.
The End