I didn’t exactly miss posting yesterday on purpose? Or by accident? Whichever is the appropriate term?
I probably had a minute or so to let you know what I was thankful for but….life? Got hectic? Kind of?
Funny enough, I’ve been sitting on this little thankful tidbit for WEEKS. I wanted to make sure it actually happened before I said anything because then I might jinx it and then OMG. THE HORROR.
Anyway, I had to wait on a delivery from USPS before I could share and said delivery happened earlier this week.
I think I have mentioned before that we have community mailboxes (like what people have at apartment complexes, Georgia). Instead of a handy-dandy mailbox at the end of our driveway, we have to hoof it across the street, down a path, past the playground and down another path to get to our mail.
That description is pretty much 100% accurate.
Exercise or something. Healthiest state in the nation. Pay cuts. Whatever.
So, when you get a delivery and it is larger than your thin little mailbox, you get a key in your mailbox that is supposed to open a larger box underneath all the small mailboxes (what happens if more than ten people have a large box delivery in one day? Hmmmm….).
Tim got the mail on Tuesday and there was a key inside that had a #1 on the tag.
We all would assume it is supposed to match up with big mailbox #1, right?
He tried big mailbox #1.
It didn’t open.
So, what did Tim do?
Try ALL of the boxes until one worked, of course.
It’s just like squishing the button, over and over. Eventually, something has to happen.
(I’m never going to let that die, honey. Cops + Your underwear. Classic)
It happened with box #6.
Inside box #6?
Our package???? Yes???
ANOTHER. BLASTED. KEY.
Is this like some kind of funny game, Mr. Postman?
That key had #9 on it.
And that key opened….NOTHING.
He even had me go back with him just to make sure he wasn’t crazy.
We even went down to the other set of mailboxes in our neighborhood to check those big boxes. Maybe Mr. Postman had a giant brain fart.
And, more importantly, Tim wasn’t crazy.
We had the key to nothing.
When we got home, Tim was all, “Now what are we going to do???????????”
And I was all, “We’re going to go to the Post Office and……wait for it…..TALK TO SOMEONE”
Tim avoids these kinds of interactions like. the. plague. Along with ordering food over the phone. OMG. Don’t get me started.
We can guess where the division of labor is in that arrangement (hint: I never go pick up the food).
And then, Tim was like, “Are we even expecting anything?”
Somehow I feel like that question should have some up awhile ago…except because HE wasn’t expecting anything, then what on God’s good green earth could possibly be coming?
The short answer: Yes. *I* was expecting something.
Anyway, the next day, I went to the Post Office with our Key to Nothing and explained the whole shebang.
She was confused.
So was I.
She got our address and the details scribbled down on a piece of paper and then said she was going to run and find the delivery man.
Before she scurried off, she was all, “You’ll either have the box delivered to your door or………………you’ll get another key. In your mailbox.”
(I’m not even sure I can describe the look on my face hearing that after driving up to the Post Office clutching a Key to Nowhere)
(Something like jaw on the floor, eyes wide open, YOU HAVE GOT TO BE JOKING, RIGHT? ANOTHER KEY??)
Later that afternoon, Kellan and I went to the mailbox, everything crossed, and found another key inside.
And inside #8?
What am I thankful for yesterday?
Because, obviously, I need to be thankful for something today and after asking THE UNIVERSE for help with these blocks, it came through.
I found the blocks again on ebay a few weeks ago and WON.
And by WON I mean I only paid ONE DOLLAR more than the max I was willing to spend.
By the way? Bidding on ebay should really come with some kind of disclaimer: May cause sudden heart palpitations and profuse sweating.
PS: Today I am thankful for a sense of humor. And Tim’s sense of humor.