The universe came through for me! Yes, you read that right. I borrowed some cash from my Dad for some bills. Well, the amount I borrowed happened to fall into my lap!
I got a refund check from Sears (something I thought was junk mail so I hadn’t opened it yet) for $59.99 (from the fridge we bought, it was basically a refund for the delivery charge). I got paid out from Punky Moms (yes, we made some money!) and I have some work for Gina (from Saari Designs) to do. She sent out my retainer yesterday. I’m going to drop a check in the mail for my Dad on Monday (or as soon as the Punky Moms money clears into my account from Paypal).
That package for Dorian? Not for Dorian. It’s the package I sent my mom and brother. It was simpply addressed to “Johnpoll” and the god damn fucking assenine post office forwarded it back to me. Let me explain my rage. I haven’t gotten a single piece of forwarded mail. Wait, I got a stack of magazines a few weeks ago. Otherwise, every package, bill, etc… my Dad has been putting into boxes and shipping to me about once every other week. So why on earth would a box without any of our first names on it (we specifically did individual mail forwarding things so we wouldn’t get their mail) get sent back to me, and in Dorian’s name no less?? I will be going to the post office on Monday to raise hell. You better believe I am not paying to ship it back down there.
I am making burnt-butter brown-sugar cupcakes for Malachai’s party on Monday. I’ll post the recipe once they are made and I see if they come out all right.
