The Never-Ending Ramblings...

Sunday, Lazy Sunday

Oh my gosh. The Jankovic match just ended! Three sets with Jankovic wining. -2;2-11.
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It was almost 1:30 before I walked up to get the paper from the box. I know, kinda late. I lazed around, reading, and writing before I ventured out. The box is only one tenth a mile from my front door, but I didn’t fee like putting on shoes and a jacket until 1:30. No. It had nothing to do with last night’s tequila drinking. Two shots --Scouts honor.

Everyone piled over for chicken wings and bryan’s famous wing sauce. During the socializing, someone opened a bottle of Tezon. How dare they? I so was enjoying my Draft Apple Cider, too.

I loved my Sunday-move-at-my-own pace morning. And the only reason I went to get the paper instead of Bryan, was because he’s sick. Sore throat…he can barely talk.

So anyway, I get up to the end of the driveway and snatch the paper out of its box, turn to head back but freeze. Something didn’t feel right. I whirl around to have a focused look and sure enough. Somebody – my bet’s on a small group. – whacked four mailboxes off their stands. Mine included in the vandalism. Oh joy. Maybe tomorrow’s mail will just be bills and I won’t care that I don’t get any mail.