Today started out as a really crumby day; nothing was going smoothly and there was a lot going on as I get ready to come home from Iraq.
I recieved an email from My mother saying the usual things: she loves Me, misses Me, My Tomato Frog, Tom Ato, died, and that she sent My membership packet about 2 weeks ago and it should arrive to Me very soon.
Skip forward to 1400 (2:00 PM), it is time for the mail run. I arrive there and check the accountable mail, one package, not for Me. In the other terminal, there are two boxes, one of them is for Me.
Knowing what it was, I threw it on My seat and ground-guided the vehicle to the mail terminal entrance. Before I even sat down, I had My knife in My hand ready to open the box.
I did so, and fast. I pushed aside the Hot Cheetos, brownies, and other snacks to the real prize.
There was a white envelope and with shaking hands I opened it. Behold! inside was a black folder and I opened it, almost letting out a squeal of joy. Staring at Me was a card with My name on it, along with a few other goodies.
What started out as a tedious day, quickly turned into an event I will be celebrating after I go to the gym and take a shower.
Resigned -- again.