Frosty's Trip to the Post Office

I thought I would document how I braved a trip to the post office, just to show you that I can indeed keep a promise!  I can buck up, step up to the plate, come through for you, accept my responsibilities like a big girl, and I didn't even hyperventilate once.

I do need a drink now.....

Frosty did not want to get in the envelope.  Some excuse about lack of oxygen.

He ran out the door and tried to hide in the snow.  Nothing doing I told him.

The parking lot was as crowded as the streets.  Let me tell you, driving in Utah is a dangerous business, and this time of year....well, it is quite frightening out there, post office or not!

And we did indeed land at the post office.  I saw all of those cars in the parking lot and briefly - very briefly! - considered going back home.  But I didn't.  I went inside, carrying my tiny little bundle.  I was standing in that long line when a post office lady approached me and suggested I use an automated postage machine - a MACHINE, PEOPLE!  It had taken everything I had to get myself to and in the post office and now she wanted me to learn to use a machine!  I looked at her.  I looked at my package.  I looked at her.  I'm sure she thought I was an idiot, and well, she was right about that.  She said she'd show me how.  I said ok.  It wasn't too hard.  She showed me what buttons to push.

Am I not the most pitiful creature alive?  I wonder sometimes about myself.  I can wander the streets of Manhattan, navigate the subway system, but learning to use a machine at the post office (a very small post office really) was almost too much for me.

Terri, your snowman is on his way.  Should be there in 2-3 business days;)