My actual plan was to get a little extra mileage out of my own charming little ridiculousness by sharing this with you:
transcript: I didn't get any notice, aside from the footprints on my porch. only learned of attempted delivery by checking the tracking site. please(!) deliver my package before 2pm. (or LEAVE A NOTICE so I know where to go to get the package myself.)
why should my twitter friends have all the 'fun?'
I haven't blogged in a while. Obviously this is because I've been too busy thinking about shoes and wondering really hard when they'll get here, and writing pissy notes to the US Postal Service. Do you think they'll make it before 2pm? Do you think they paid the slightest attention to my pissy note?
Fun fact: I have size 12 AA feet, possibly much larger. I haven't had a real fitting in years, as I am ashamed to go outside. I have the same problem with bras. You know what they say about a girl with big feet...
update: it gets better. a sweet little old man just arrived with my shoes, at precisely 1:50 pm. felt like a dick.
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