I may have to go back to the post office to get stamps that I will actually use. I also got a sheet of postcard stamps, so I can continue my regular updates to Stephanie. The post clerk was an odd guy ... the people in line in front of me only spoke spanish, and i think he was having great fun practicing his espanol with them, up until he forgot how to say "nine". Then he made an odd comment about my hair matching my scrubs ... except that my scrubs were light blue, and my hair is pink/purple ... maybe he just thought it coordinated well.
Michael is up here, were planning trips, i'm drinking Arrogant Bastard ... it's a lazy day, but a pleasant one.