Well Begun is Half Done. Auntie K has made her bed 4 days in a row, a nice start to one of her Resolutions.
Be Careful What You Wish For. K suspected a change in church duties was in the works, and she vainly thought she might end up as Primary songleader (the DREAM calling) or counselor in the Young Women's organization. Guess again! Starting Sunday, she'll be teaching the 5-turning-6-year olds, a large class that includes at least one disruptive (perhaps autistic?) child and one crier.
Sometimes You Can't Win. It appears the USPS lost J's Christmas stocking, though Auntie K is holding out a slim hope of its reappearance. Apparently, mail carriers in TWO states have it in for K, because today she waited a long time at the local post office to pick up her suspended mail, only to find out the mail wasn't where it was supposed to be.
2 comments:
One hope was that the stocking made its way back to Auntie K. No luck there.
Good luck with the postal mess. After my verbal assault by Karl the local tyrant last year my opinion has only gone down.
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