your zip code?” I always have to put on my thinking cap (it’s a very cute cap,
by the way) and try to decide which of my five zip codes would be the best
answer given the circumstance. Do they want the Massachusetts zip
code? The New York zip code? The other
New York zip code? The zip code formerly associated with our debit card? Our current
zip code? This is what moving four times in less than a year will do to a person.
In an attempt to solve this problem, I wrote down our
address on a piece of paper and stuck it in my wallet to pull out at any time. I
thought it would be so convenient to have it written out, thereby freeing me
from having to go through the work of putting on my thinking cap. The only
problem with this otherwise flawless plan was that the address on the paper
does not match where we currently live, thereby making it null and void. This was discovered on numerous occasions when
I was forced to write out our current zip code only to came face to face with the zip
code of our other New York address. If you know any secretaries looking for a job, please send them my way.
To further complicate things, for
the first time we have a license plate on our car that matches the state we
live in. For most people this wouldn’t be an issue, but the whole time we’ve been married our car had a Mississippi plate which made it relatively easy to
locate in most parking lots. You would
think that would have stopped us from walking up and down numerous parking lots
because we lost our car AGAIN, while I poked fun at Christopher because the
scout couldn’t find his own car (that’s a joke that doesn’t grow old), but it
didn’t. My usual plan in parking lots is
to park next to an obnoxious/can’t lose it car while I do my shopping so that
when I come out, I only have to look for the obnoxious car, not ours. As you
may have guessed, that plan only works IF THE OBNOXIOUS CAR IS STILL THERE. If
not, we’re back to square one.
our truck was all messed up so in order to figure out the time, you had to do
math. While driving. It’s a wonder I’m
still here. I figured out that in order
to know the correct time, you had to subtract 5 from the hour shown and add 7 to the minutes shown. Even then, the clock was finicky so sometimes it changed
on me and I’d have to figure out the new time formula. And you know what? The only
way to be SURE you had the correct time was to look at a watch or cell phone, in which
case you didn’t need to do the math anyway. It was so confusing. But like they say,
it’s five o’clock somewhere.
