Monday, December 5, 2011

the white stuff and busted milk

There's been talk of snow for about 2 weeks now. We've been anticipating it. And while I'm sure this is nothing (just like the high of 33 today is warm for around here), I did get the first glimpse of some little white flakes falling today on my way home from school. It's been a good day - you know - when you feel like the forces are on your side.
I got lost looking for a post office, and en-route to find the nearest one 4 miles away, I stopped at a light, looked up, and there was one. Right in front of my eyes! Then once I was in said post office, I filled out my customs forms for my Etsy orders being sent to Alberta and British Columbia {yes! - my etsy shop has gone global :) }, and the lady asked me if I wanted the $22, or $29, or $35 postage (for a $30 dollar order)! I could feel Poppie getting a little anxious - and I have to admit - my heart was beating rather quickly too. I quickly asked, "Are you sure there isn't anything cheaper?" She looked at her computer screen for a while and responded, "Well, it would only get there in about 10 days, but there is postage for $3.02." "Yes! Yes!" - that's the one I want.

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I've been terribly blessed and spoiled to have a husband who helps. He'll clean floors, play with Agnes, cook for me, run errands, clean the kitchen, do laundry - you name it, he's willing to help in any way he can. That being said, Tom committed to being a 'slave boy' for the day yesterday and happily went to all of the stores where errands needed to be checked off the list. He returned home and allowed me to make a list for him of things I wanted him to help me with {I know right?} Well, I was unpacking the groceries when I reached for the plastic bag that the milk was in. The bag handle snapped and our milk jug hit the floor with a splash/thud. My newly developing mother skills scooped up the jug to salvage some milk.
Luckily, I have another little helper who aided in clean up. 
And some of our milk was saved. Phew

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