Okay, so maybe I am sort of quarter-life crisis-ing. After all, I have started a mental list of moderately unrealistic goals, and I've been poring over my atlas, dreaming of trips I'd like to take in the near future. Still, I don't think I'm taking it that bad...
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A few days ago I ordered some craft supplies from a company in Wisconsin called Herrschners. I was so excited when I received an email saying that the order had been shipped. I had it sent to my mom's work, since it would be delivered UPS, and I might or might not be home when the package would arrive. So, when my mom came home for lunch today carrying a large cardboard shipping box, I figured it was my Herrschners order. It was! I was so excited. I took the needlepoint pillow kit out of the box. Then I took out the aida cloth. I decided to put the embroidery floss into a Ziploc bag to keep it all together for when I decide to cross stitch my African elephant from my safari book. As I was digging out handfuls of the DMC floss, my hand kept getting snagged on the various ads and other crap that comes along with a shipment and its invoice. I just haphazardly threw most of these papers out, until I encountered the AARP Financial Life Insurance Program card. So Herrschners assumes that because I order cross-stitch supplies that I am retirement age?
Now I'm really alarmed.
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