Special Delivery

Today's the day. I've put it off long enough. It isn't that I don't like to do it, I just don't feel I have the time to do it. No one does, not really. Not this time of the year. Yet? There is no other time of the year that it would work as well. It has to be now. This week. I'm even more tired just thinking about it.

Those of you who have been around the last three years of this blog probably already figured out what I'm talking about. Then again, you aren't required to remember each and every post and the various activities I talk about here. That can be a good thing, when I feel I want to be a lazy-ass and pull something out of the archives to cheat post. I considered it this time. Only briefly. Then decided in the whole Nano-poo-blo thingy I would make it a fresh post. Just. For. You.

Figured it out yet?

Today is turkey day! Whoo! Wheee! Wowwee!


Every year my boss gives away turkeys. I laughed when a friend made some remark to me about "how nice of him to help out those in need". Only it isn't "those in need". He's giving them away to customers who spent x-amount of dollars (think big) with our company this year. This can add up to thousands of turkeys company-wide and they all need to be hand-delivered this week. Right in the middle of one of the busiest times of the year for us in terms of work, we have to spend time running all over the countryside delivering turkeys.

I'm lucky, in that I only deliver a few to our landlords. It still will take me several hours after I get off 'work' tonight to do this. Depending on the person you're delivering to, it can mean you have to visit a bit… one of my least favorite things in the world, you know, being all "avoidant" and such. (I used to say I was anti-social, but was corrected…thanks Deb.) Usually Hubs goes with me and that almost makes it worse since they're his landlords, too, and if they know he's in the car then they really want to chat. Tonight I'm hoping to let him off the hook and possibly speed up the process… my daughter has agreed to go along. With any luck, I can just wave toward the car and say something like, "my daughter's waiting, gotta get going" and we can wisk on over to the next stop. Keep your fingers crossed, 'kay?

I'm tired already.