It's a drizzly foggy day out there –
One of those days where there isn't a whole lot to report.
Bank run – done.
Sam's Club run – done.
Post office run to pick up a package with the slip that was left in my mailbox because I wasn't here when they tried to deliver – Undone!
I have a very small one window post office in my little town of Wallburg, North Carolina.
However – mail is not delivered from the Wallburg post office unless you have a Wallburg PO Box.
If you want mail delivered to your house – that all comes from the local Winston-Salem post office. Hence my Winston-Salem address.
Shamu was on autopilot this afternoon as I bypassed the exit to go way out of my way to the Winston-Salem post office – and drove straight to my local post office and went inside with the receipt only to find out that – Yep, you guessed it – I was at the wrong post office.
That job can wait until tomorrow! I have things to do to get ready for my trip Wednesday!
And because of that impending trip – I needed to move the donated stash out of my car.
Holy. Moly. Here it is at the bottom of my stairs ready to be sorted!
I know there are some charity groups who are going to be very happy to have this – for making kids quilts!