Whistle And Shout

A grown woman who has been mothering boys for as long as I have should know better.  I have not felt well all week, fighting a bug and full-blown insanity.  Yesterday I needed to get Lynnae's gift from last week in the mail, so I loaded up the boys and headed to the post office.  In the recesses of my mind was the thought "this will be an opportunity to finally get some shots for the Wrapped Emotion prompt this week". 

The line to the postal counter was long...my patience was not.  So I stepped up to the high tech box which will weigh your package and with a few screen touches produce the postage label to send your pre-addressed package to the land of your heart's desire.  With much assistance from my crew, I chose a label which was too large and would cover the mailing address.  Great, a $2.32 useless piece of sticky paper.  Being the ever clever woman, I grabbed a larger envelope, popped the smaller package inside, adhered the postage label and dropped that baby into the mailbox. Ta-dum...problem solved...IF I had managed the forethought to address the new envelope.  Funnier still is that I only realized my error sometime in my sleep last night and awoke with the realization of what I had done.  Yes Lynnae, your package of card making supplies is out there somewhere.  I'll get a new one in the mail tomorrow.

Having finally accomplished something for the day (so I thought), a wave of energy overtook me.  I grabbed my point and shoot camera from the car.  The boys accompanied me to the flag pole in front of the post office which fronts a busy four lane highway and were completely flabbergasted as I proceeded to place my body horizontally on the wet sidewalk (finally, rain) and snap shots of the flag. People walked by me and over me.  As I pulled my self upright and the boys snickered at my wet backside, a car load of dudes whistled and shouted "Hey beautiful, did you get the shot?".  Being the eternal optimist, I chose to look at this as the high point of the experience. 

A woman whose head has been in the toilet for two days takes what she can get.  I have absolutely no insights, no epiphanies, no creative gains from the experience.  The photos were not even very good, so I played in Photoshop to come up with a photo that revealed at least a little creativity.  Some days the most a gal can hope for is a whistle and shout.