I hope everyone had a nice weekend? I went to see Quantum of Solace, the new James Bond movie, this weekend. I hate to be a spoiler, but guess what? There were a lot of chase scenes and violence. I don't think the basic formula for a James Bond movie has ever changed, but for some reason I always enjoy them anyway. After the movie it was time for a margarita, way too many salty chips, and spicy salsa to top it off. This is life in Southern California, we drink margaritas year round because the weather is warm, and why not?
The rest of my weekend was spent doing mundane things like buying a turkey for Thanksgiving, attacking mountains of laundry, and watching PR play baseball. And no, I am not an obnoxious mom screaming my lungs out on the sidelines during his games. I'm the one cringing and apologizing, "Oh my Gawd I'm so sorry PR just took your son's head off with that pitch! Would you like me to go to the hospital with you?"
I do have a few more tidbits on Joe the Bigamist, but I think I'll wait until after the Thanksgiving weekend to share them. By then he'll probably have gotten himself into more trouble.
Anyway, I have a separate mailing address for blogging purposes. Briefcase insisted on it when I began Twenty Four At Heart. He didn't want stalkers, or perverts, or Joe the Bigamist, to know where I live. He made me get a mailing address at one of those Snail Mail places in a nearby town. I rarely think to go check my mail there because I rarely get anything but emails.
On Saturday I remembered I really ought to check my mail. I hopped in my car, and took a drive. Much to my surprise I found I did, indeed, have mail waiting for me. It was sent priority mail, because the sender must have felt I have, um, urgent needs. I wonder how many days my mail had been sitting there?
Any guesses as to what I found inside?