Good mornin'! Remember, when life gives you lemons, turn around and squeeze that sonuvagun right back in its eyes.
Biggest pet peeve? My rural route has my mailman/woman arriving at my box 15-30 mins. after I have to leave for work. The irony is not lost on me. I even pass them sometimes. I've gotten to the point where I want to stop, show verification, and see if they'll let me have my mail right there on the side of the road... but I know they won't. Even tried calling the PO and asking if they'll just hold it and pick it up on the way to work, but they won't.
Second biggest pet peeve? Realizing that, no matter how big e-smoking ever gets, my rinkamadink area will never get a brick 'n mortar store for it ; ;.
My love and hate relationship with the USPS continues, like two star-crossed lovers that always sit too far away from each other on the bus to ever begin that first conversation.
Have to stop fantasizing and romantasizing that big rusty truck with the orange light on top and squeaky brakes and get to work. Alas.
cuz iffin he does I gots ta have him teach me that dance I'm broke 
Fortunately the class leader made us do all the dances as progressives so we changed partners. This avoided our potential dancing problem: he complains that I try to lead and I tell him "well one of us has to!" 
Nev 
