Ever know you've screwed up? Like really bad? Like someone told you to do something and you said yeah, yeah, you would take care of it — and you meant to — but you just didn't get around it because, well, you just didn't? This is one of those times.
So, the Houseguest kept bugging me to mail her early voter ballot to her. Trips to the post office never end well — but what else could I do? So off I went.
This isn't really a review, but more of a lament that I don't have a time machine to go back and warn myself not to buy them.
So, I superglued my hands together. Again. Yeah, that's right — again.