Note to self: The post office has changed Priority Mail from taking 3 days to taking 3 WEEKS.

3 weeks. I could've driven the box to Cali and back 3 and a half times by the time Hailey and Jacob's stuff got there. At least it's there, though. And Hailey's digging the hats.

So I was on the phone for what felt like forever last night. First I had gotten a card from my grandma thanking me for the delicious brownies last week. (i have no idea how she can call them that. i had one, and they weren't all that. i think you lose some of your taste buds when you hit 70something.) So I called her to let her know that it got here and thanks. I have no idea how the post office can miraculously translate her nonsensical scrawlings on the envelope into my address, but they do it and it freaks me out. Our phone calls are always pretty short, like five minutes, with lots of pauses and "so...." and "well...." until one of us goes "well I'll talk to you soon, I gotta jet."

Then I called my mom back, and was on the phone for almost an hour with her. I was ready to get off (huh huh, she said get off) of the phone with her within the first 5 minutes... sounds like she's getting a dog and she and her ex are getting back together again for round 3. No lie, my sister kept count on the last boyfriend my mom had and they broke up and got back together 17 times. There's a point where it's just excessive.

After that I called my sister, and we were on the phone for almost an hour and I got jerky because I was just really over being on the phone. There's nothing new on the website yet. The stuff I started last night isn't safe for human consumption yet. It'll probably be a few days, seeing as tonight's drinkin' night. Not get stinking drunk and puke 500 times, mind you. I got that out of my system last weekend.

I'm just gonna have a couple. Which will be plenty, I'm sure.

And to keep you going on celebrity gossip, here's a nice bit about our friend Ahhhnold.