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After a horrible day with everything going wrong I stood in a long line-up at the post office. The room smothered me with a mixture of muggy air and heat.

I slowly plodded toward the counter. The lady in front of me took forever getting her mail together. She reminded me of a little only lady tallying up her pennies at a bank. The girl working at the counter wasn’t any swifter. She worked slower than a two ton snale.

I felt so tired. I endured it though. I’m trying to get things sorted so that I can sell merchandise on E-bay to raise money for my Uncles, Danny’s liver transplant.

Twenty-five minutes later I finally got to the front of the line.

“I’d like to open up a P.O. box please,” I requested.

The girl looked at me and uttered, “what’s a P.O. box?”

I don’t think the look I had on my face could ever be repeated again in the history of all mankind.

“You work in a post office and you don’t know what a post office box is?” I sneered.

“You just put the address that’s on your house,” she suggested.

“That’s not what a P.O. box is,” I snapped. I couldn’t believe it. “Are you kidding me?”

“I can get a manager,” she replied.

I stormed out of the place. I had to get back to work and didn’t have time for this stupid crap. Seriously, do I need to run into all the idiots on the planet?

To say I feel frustrated would be an understatement.

I know what’s going on. I’m stuck in a Men In Black series and all the postal employees are really aliens.

It’s a good thing I don’t have one of those flashing do-hickies. I’d be flashing the shit outta people. Face SLAP – FLASH – You know what a P.O. box is. Have a nice day.

Ah, nature. Ya gotta love it.
I got out into the warm sunshine today and worked on my garden. It’s a fairy garden full of cute little ornaments and it looks very mystical. There’s lovely flowers and Kentucky blue grass neatly trimmed, weed whacked and fertilized. A freshy pruned bush perfected the scenery.
I sat down on my lawn chair breathing in the fresh air as I admired the beauty created by all of my hard work.
Isn’t summer wonderful, folks? Sure it is!
Everything went fine until an effin’ mosquito bit me right below my eye, blew up my face and turned me into a mongoloid. Great! Just freakin’ fantastic! No amount of makeup in the world is going to cover this mammoth quasimoto lump on my face. I’m going to look really cute looking for work tomorrow.
Marya sticks her tongue to the side of her mouth and slobbers. “I am not an animal. I am a writer.”
Silently she awakes and gazes upon him there.
She sees him sleeping peacefully and longs to hold him near.
She reaches out her trembling hand to gently touch his face.
Remembering short hours ago, sharing love’s embrace.
He stirs just then and spies her tender. loving stare.
Then places his hand over hers, stunned at the extent of her care.
Their eyes never leave each other as she caresses his soft skin.
She smiles at him slightly as she moves closer to him.
He takes her in his arms placing a kiss upon her cheek.
She turns her head slowly, his lips for her to seek.
A subtle moan escapes her as his hand explores anew.
Passions kiss intensifies as their rhythmic dance ensues.
He proclaims his love for her as he kisses her wanting neck.
She moves her hands over him finally to rest upon his chest.
Feeling her velvet secret engulf him again and again,
And feels her building climax escaping from her then.
She arches back, catches his eyes adoring their allure.
As they reach their perfect harmony, together once more.