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I had to go up to the post office-again.
They're getting tired of seeing me.
I got the elderly couple's pills, you know when it's their meds and then out of curiosity because the green house landlord put up the mailbox again, Cowboy checked it out, and they had delivered mail there.
I told them that one package had been delivered to an empty house and the numbers didn't even match, and they repeatedly keep delivering this man's mail to my house.

“Oh I'm sorry we can't get anyone on that route that doesn't screw up, it's so confusing”
No, it is not confusing.
We are trees, the whole freaking neighborhood is trees.
It is not that hard to see that a darn M shouldn't be delivered to a dang C.
That's two separate letters of the alphabet, and yes, we have two different letters of the alphabet.
If the trees confuse you so badly, then go by your A, B, C's.
I assume you do know your A, B, C's.
Argh!
I mean, my mailbox has the tree name, my carport has the tree name, the sign in my yard has the tree name.
Come on, really?
You're looking at M, then you put M in the mailbox and tuck C back in the ding dang bag.
Hey, the post office is driving everyone in this neighborhood a bit crazy.

So, anyway, the landlord painted the green house white.
Yeah, now how am I supposed to give directions to my house?
For the twenty-six years I've lived down here, it's been “turn at the green house.”
Best directions ever, 'cause it was the only green house around.
Now-it's white. 

We went to Target to get Bonus Grandson's present, they are fully stocked, whereas my local Walmart is getting really skimpy.
We also stopped at East Town Walmart, they weren't as well stocked as Target, but better stocked than our local store.

 I found this huge, rubber Stretch Armstrong type Hulk I fell in love with, but Cowboy vetoed.
So, we walked out with a gun and a Hulk punching thingy.
Hopefully, Bonus grandson will like them.
We don't know what he likes, or dislikes.

I realize that the door opens both ways, but bonus daughter 1 has not made an effort to try to include us in bonus grandson's life.
When Cowboy sends her texts, it's always she's working, or her husband has the car, or the car is broken down.
She posts to Facebook, and she's always going somewhere, she's always with her husband's family, or her mother, but she can't make it down to see her dad.
We didn't even know that she had moved, Cowboy sends her text pretty regularly, and she didn't see fit to tell her daddy she'd moved.
Cowboy would love to be the kind of pappaw he is to the other grandkids with bonus grandson-but bonus daughter won't give him that chance.
We can't just load up, and go visit her, I mean, she says she's not there.
That's how it's always been with her, Cowboy wanted to be a part of her life, and there was always a million excuses as to why he couldn't see her.
I know there are whispers about how Cowboy abandoned bonus daughter 1., but I also know how hard he tried to be in her life, and how he was turned away every single time.

Anyway, we finished up our weekly shopping at ET Walmart, as I said, our local Walmart is getting a little skimpy.

We came home, Badger cooked dinner, we ate and Cowboy went to work.

Mostly, we just watched TV the rest of the day.
We're in a slump, I guess.