I got out of bed on the wrong side this morning. Doesn't help that I didn't do much sleeping in said bed. I slept in so I was later then usual at starting my deliveries. This is where the piles come in.


This is my new granny cart. During the summer the 77 papers only come to the top rung of the front of the cart but with all the Christmas sale fliers they're almost up to the handle and the overflow fills my carrier bag. I should also mention that today was Sears Catalogue delivery day. I did it all in one trip this time but it took me almost two hours. Note to self: Must knit a warm, wool headband before next Friday. It was -2C/ when I left the house.

Just as I was leaving the house the parcel delivery lady stopped by. I noted the parcel was from Janeway4eva and set it inside the door. Later, DH came home for his lunch and I decided to open Michael's parcel. Inside I found two big balls of mohair, some lovely, glittery yarn, two wrapped gifts and an envelope. I removed the envelope, slit the top with my thumbnail and when I slid out the card this gigantic moth creature flew out.



It flew at my face and tried to grab my hair. I ducked and screamed, the cats scattered and DH came running. When it finally landed on the floor I could see it didn't look much liked I had imagined. In fact, it wasn't even a moth.

I hope Michael realizes just how fortunate he was to be a continent and an ocean away from me at that moment.;o) After my heart rate returned to normal I checked out the rest of the parcel and Michael, I forgive you but the cats are still miffed.lol


On to the complainer. A fellow on the next street over was out in his yard putting up Christmas lights. As I approached his house he walked up and I handed him his newspaper. He thanked me. I told him he was welcome and then he spied the catalogues and asked if one was for him. I politely told him they were for across the street and not knowing when to shut up I also mentioned that Sears doesn't give you a catalogue unless you order from them and then continued on my way across the road. I had almost reached the sidewalk when I heard him bitching and I thought he was talking to someone in his yard until I distinctly heard the words, ".....wife does order....". I was far enough away to pretend I hadn't heard him but I was tempted to turn around and holler, "If you want a catalogue so badly, call Sears. I only deliver them." After all, I wouldn't want to nix the nice, fat tip they give me every Christmas.....Oh, wait. They don't give me a tip. Guess I could have said it after all.