Overwhelmed

Here lately I have been feeling overwhelmed. With what, you ask? Life! Would be the correct answer. Anyway, I am not posting so that you can get out your tiny violin and play me the saddest song on earth. I am posting to tell you I did not pick up my papers on Sunday. Nor did I pick up my papers on Monday morning. I went to pick up my papers around 4p.m. Monday afternoon. Here is the story: I went in to my gas station cheerful and ready for a stash of papers. As I walked to the counter and said hi my guy, I feel since I see him every Sunday night I can call him my guy, he told me that he had thrown the papers away. Away! I said. "You threw my papers away?" My heart skipping a beat in between words. He smiled and told me he had just throw them away and they were on top of the garbage in the dumpster. "Whew!" I said and headed for the dumpster. Here is a picture of my babies that were almost lost forever. They are a little wrinkled, but o.k.