You offer to check the church Post Office Box while you're there to buy stamps for a whole heap of kids group invitations. So the office lady hands over her key.
You get to the post office, only to remember that you should have asked what the Post Office Box number is, because you can't remember.
You ring the church office to check, sound like a total idiot, but manage to get the mail. Then you go inside to buy stamps and remember that the 40-odd letters you are holding ALL have the church's return address printed on them.
How brilliant is my week looking?
Watching Him Do What He Does by The Pioneer Woman
12 hours ago