As some of you may know, there's a certain band that I rather fancy. This band has produced a sizable amount of music over the years.As of last week, I made a decision to expand my collection with some items I could only order from elsewhere. Three, in fact.
So, I print out my order form, make out the check, and send the whole thing down to the post office. Enter problem one. Instead of the standard 33 cent stamp I should have used, I put on a 32 cent one, and didn't realize it until driving home. I wasn't in a very good mood following that.
However, it seemed a bit of hope shone through. On Wednesday, I recieved an email confirming my order. Joy of joys! Somewhere, some kind mailperson had taken pity on me. Either that, or they billed the folks on the other side.
The email said to expect my package by first class priority one airmail. I could scarcely wait. Just one business day? Bliss!
Thursday came...and went. Ok, I thought to myself. We're dealing with the post office here. No big deal.
Friday rolls around...no package. I begin to worry.
Saturday, and still nothing. By this time, I'm more then a little annoyed. I want my package. I need my TMBG!
So here I am, waiting for Monday. I hope with every fiber of my being that there will be a little yellow slip of paper in the mailbox, telling me to come by the post office to pick up a package that's too big to fit in the mailbox. If I get it, you'll know. If I don't get it...you'll know. 
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"Fishing promotes a clean mind, healthy body and leaves no time for succumbing to Communistic or Socialistic propaganda."
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Ivar Hemmings, chairman, South Bend Bait Company
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