Why do these things always happen to me? My husband answers that questions with " because you are not paying attention to what you are doing, you are always in a rush, and you do too many things at the same time". I prefer to believe its some mystical curse.
I rarely use postage stamps. Most of my correspondence is via email. My bills are paid using online bill pay and the only time I really use snail mail is to write a thoughtful thank you or when an online bill is inappropriate. For efficiency sake, I keep a roll of stamps in my upper left hand desk drawer. It is at my downstairs desk that I write any correspondence so that makes the most sense. They sit in the same bin as my return address labels.
This weekend I had a fairly large amount of mail to distribute. My son wrote out about a dozen thank you notes, I wrote a large tuition check, a check to a political fund raiser and 3 positive RSVPs. Really feeling on top of everything at this point. My desk is clean and I am good to go.
Last night, I am writing out another check and rsvp only to have my husband notice that the stamps I am using are 39 cent ones. Being the postage idiot I am, I say "yeah so"? He informs me that it now costs $.44 to mail a letter and why am I using old stamps. Ah cuz I didn't realize they were old stamps.
What a nightmare. Now, I have no idea how long this has been going on. I have not received anything back in the mail (thankfully I always use a return postage stamp) and I have no way of remembering what I have sent out with said old stamps. I hear it can take upwards of 2 months to get poorly postage mail sent back to your residence. Now what?
Do I ask my son to rewrite all of his thank you cards or simply let people think he has no manners? Do I resend rsvp's with new checks, call hostesses late or simply pass on all the events I never really responded to? Do I call the school and drop off another tuition check or hope the US Postal Service cuts me some slack on this $.05 discrepancy?
I will only buy those stamps that are good forever, from now on. I had no idea such a stupid little task could cause me so much grief. I hate stamps.
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Ahhhhh, your good friend, Sarah, is rubbing off on you. I'm sorry.
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