The day started out okay. Peep #1 informed me that I would have to blog on my own. She was gonna be busy. Fine by me. I write all my own stuff, anyway. All I really need for her to do is turn on the ol' computer and truth be told, I don't even need that. I just let her think I do. Boosts her confidence, you see. Lets her think she's needed and all. Lets her think she plays a part in my bloggin'.
A part other than, you know... doin' foolish stuff about which I can later blog.
Hmmm... Perhaps I do need the peep after all. MOUSES!
Anywho... The peep was gonna be busy Friday afternoon 'cause she had some Christmas stuff to do. She was gonna be makin' candy.
First on the list was fudge. I was hopin' it would be tuna flavoured but no such luck. The peep, bein' a peep, does not appreciate the good things in life. What a peep. Clearly lackin' in taste, if you ask me.
Of course, the only thing better than tuna fudge would be nip balls. I hopped up onto the kitchen counter to snatch a nip of the nip but alas, there was no nip to be found. And when I pointed out to the peep that nip balls would require nip, she completely ignored me. Can you believe it? MOUSES!
I was then unceremoniously dropped down onto the floor before I could get my paws on the butter and cream on the counter. Peeps can be so rude sometimes. I decided to head off into my office to work on my blog.
A little while later, the peep announced she had to go out. I waved her off sayin', "Not now, woman. I've got bloggin' to do!" I heard the door close behind her and the car engine start up. She was off to wherever she was goin', in the rain. Yup, it was rainin' outside. Actually, it was pourin'. Pretty icky weather, if you ask me.
As an afterthought, I did yell out to her to mind the rain on account of the wonky windshield wiper on the drivers' side of the car but my afterthought came after she had already left so it was too late for her to hear. MOUSES!
From what I've been told, this was when the excitement began.
As I was workin' away on my blog, Peep #1 was headin' down Bridge Street. Bridge Street is the street that crosses the river. It has a bridge. That's why it's called Bridge Street. Peeps 'round here are kind of literal 'bout stuff like that and chaos can occur when a town or village has more than one bridge. MOUSES!
Anywho... The peep was headin' into the village that houses our post office to pick up a parcel. She had tried to pick it up the day before but the place in the mall where parcels used to be delivered, was no longer offerin' that service. The peep knew 'bout this change but had forgotten.
Now it gets dark pretty early in December and on rainy days, it gets dark even earlier than early. So there she was, drivin' into the village in the pourin' rain and it was gettin' darker and darker by the minute.
The rain was comin' down in torrents and the windshield wipers were workin' up a frenzy but not doin' what they were supposed to be doin' properly on account of one of 'em bein' wonky. The peep was cursin' the peeps who had replaced the wonky wiper less than two weeks before 'cause after they had replaced it, it was wonkier than ever. Thing is, she hadn't yet had a chance to get back to 'em to have it fixed.
Crossin' the bridge that gives Bridge Street its name, she glanced at the river. It had turned into a lake. Oh yeah, I'm serious about that. Trees were up to their elbows in water. Trees that used to grow in a field were now standin' in the midst of a small lake. MOUSES!
She made it to the post office with about half an hour to spare. Racing into the buildin', she presented the postal employee with the card for her parcel only to be informed that she was at the wrong post office. What? But she was at our official post office. Our mail is all sorted in that one and delivered from there.
Apparently, when the mall stopped acceptin' parcels, some genius at Canada Post decided that it would be a good idea to redirect parcels to the post office in the same village as the mall even though that post office was not actually our post office. Not part of our address or anythin'. MOUSES!
The peeps at our post office all thought it was pretty stupid, too. They had complained when it was done but no one had listened. Again I must say, MOUSES!
So my peep had a decision to make. Was she gonna drive back over the river that was now a lake, to go to the post office that was not our post office, before it closed for the weekend or was she gonna first go to the store to get some more butter for makin' candy, on account of her havin' run out of that. What to do... What to do... She went for the butter.
But it occurred to the peep that maybe, just maybe, she could get her groceries and get out of there in time to go back over the river that was a now lake, and make it to the other post office that was not our post office, before closin'. She decided to try.
She raced through that ol' grocery store, pushin' the cart through the aisles as quickly as she dared, dodgin' peeps here, there and everywhere. There were peeps all over the place. And their carts had been parked in the grocery store aisles in the most inconvenient of spots. Of course, the randomly placed displays that the grocery store peeps had haphazardly scattered about didn't help, either. And the double whammy of a cart bein' parked next to a display, blockin' entire aisles, so that peeps could catch up on a year's worth of chattin' was makin' my peep a little hot under the collar, if you know what I mean. She normally wouldn't care but that day, she was in a hurry.
Surprisingly enough, the peep managed to get what she needed and into the check-out aisle relatively quickly and without knockin' over a single chattin' peep or haphazardly placed display in the store. Well there was... Nah, she just bumped into that rack with the cart. Didn't actually knock it over. MOUSES!
Then she was back on the road, drivin' over the river that was now a lake, peerin' through the windshield whose wipers were workin' up a frenzy but not doin' much of anythin'. The words my peep used regardin' those wipers will not repeated, here, as Nerissa's Life is a family-friendly blog.
Peep #1 pulled into the parking lot of the other post office that is not our post office but to where all our parcels are now bein' redirected. It was after five. MOUSES! But she took a chance. She thought maybe... just maybe...
The lights on the Christmas tree in the window had been turned off and things were bein' put away but as luck would have it, someone at the post office had forgotten to lock the door. Peep #1 swung open that post office door and stepped inside and once you're in, you're in. They had to give her her parcel, for sure.
A few minutes later, she was back in the car. The rain was still comin' down and the windshield wiper was still wonky. The peep was desperate to get home 'cause she felt like she was comin' apart at the seams.
And so was the wonky windshield wiper! To add a little more excitement to the mix, part of the wiper was now flippin' about - separately - from the rest of itself. A clear plastic piece was workin' its way off the main part of the wiper and flippin' about like a fish out of water even though, with the heavy rain, there was plenty of water about.
The peep pulled over and stopped the car. It was dark. She didn't know if the clear plastic thing was supposed to be there or not. Was the wiper fallin' apart? Should that plastic thing have been removed when the wiper was installed? Whatever was goin' on, surely nothin' was supposed to be flippin' about like that. She got out of the car, stepping into the heavy rain and shoved the plastic thingy back in.
Thankfully, Peep #1 arrived home, safe and sound. She unpacked the groceries and I, havin' finished workin' on my blog for the day, once again hopped up onto the kitchen counter. Had the peep remembered to buy tuna and nip? Inquirin' minds wanted to know.
Unfortunately, there was not a trace of tuna nor nip to be found. "How are you gonna make tuna fudge and nip balls without the tuna and the nip?" I questioned.
If you ask me, my peep had better improve her attitude 'round her or she's gonna end up on Santa's naughty list. If he hears 'bout her not makin' me any tuna or nip candy... If he hears 'bout that, she's gonna be in trouble for sure. And you don't wanna get into trouble this close to Christmas. If you're gonna cause trouble, best to do it after the naughty and nice lists have been finalised and sent to the printers. Believe me, I know. MOUSES!
I hear grocery shopping really isn't as easy as it sounds. However, my mind is still stuck on thinking about tuna fudge!ReplyDelete
Yeah, they appear to have set up obstacle courses, there. purrsDelete
Meowser, that was a rough day for your peep, and for your too! We is glad she made it through the rain despite the wonky wiper. Sorry you don't get any special treats. Maybe next weekend!ReplyDelete
Sasha, Sami, & Saku
Yeah, hopin' she'll reconsider and make me some nip balls or tuna fudge or somethin'. purrsDelete
Sure glad the peep got home all safe and sound and didn't have to go swimming. Guess there won't be any tuna fudge. You all have a good Sunday after all.ReplyDelete
Yeah, not lookin' very promising, I'm afraid. purrsDelete
My gosh, your Peep had the royal runaround to get the parcel - THREE different places?ReplyDelete
Yup, 'cause she tried at the mall on Thursday and then the two different post offices on Friday. That's a lot of runnin' around! purrsDelete
Your peep had a very stressful day, but that's no excuse not to make nip balls.ReplyDelete
Mum said that when her and dad were driving to get on a cruise a couple of years back, the rubber came off the wiper blade and was flip flapping about and it was pouring with rain. They weren't anywhere they could get a new one so dad put the passenger side blade on the driver side, and took the rear wiper off and put it on the passenger side. He just had to remember not to put the rear wiper on. It got them to the port and they got it fixed when they got back home.
Peep still doesn't know what the clear plastic thingy is. She has GOT to take the car in, this week. Best to have this stuff fixed up. purrsDelete
I hope you'll get your tuna and nip soon, Nerissa.ReplyDelete
Still hopin'. Eleven days left 'til Christmas. SURELY by then.... purrsDelete
I do make a tasty liver and shrimp cookie for teh boys, guess I'll need to make tuna fudge and nip balls too!ReplyDelete
Oohhh... Those sound delish! I wonder if the peep would make me somethin' like that. purrsDelete
Yikes! No tuna fudge or nip balls?! Oh the horror!ReplyDelete
Where is her Christmas spirit?
Mom started to laugh when she got to the "Canada Post decided" part!
Typical, she laughed ;)
We purr you get tuna when she calms down.
Purrs Georgia and Julie,
Treasure and JJ
Seriously. I mean, if your address includes RR# in a town, and that town has a post office, wouldn't you expect your parcels to be at the post office in THAT town? MOUSES! purrsDelete
All this time away.... all this rain.... the market stop, and not a single can of tuna? No fair - I agree - Mouses! (Although, since we eat raw, we find mouses pretty appealing around here ;-) )ReplyDelete
Wishing you luck next time around - tell them to at least do some fishing on the way back!
Unfortunately, my fur-sibs and I have pretty much moused the place out. We have to rely upon purchases of tuna and whatnot. purrsDelete
Tuna fudge sounds good to me.ReplyDelete
I think it are easier to be a cat dan a peep.
Yup, our needs are simple... UNLIKE peeps. purrsDelete
Dear Nissy.What an adventure your peep had, the wet the wipers the river that was a lake,the PO that kept on moving (so has mine btw to the other end of town)I'd stay at home if I was the peep except when she shops for YOUR food!!!Love and purrs SheenaXXReplyDelete
Like I told the peep... As soon as she's used to goin' to the post office that makes no sense, they'll likely switch it the one that does. Just for fun, I bet. purrsDelete
Wow, what a day your peep had! Wonky wipers, they are nobody's friend.ReplyDelete
They're certainly not my peep's! I can pretty much guarantee that. purrsDelete
Nissy, I think this windscreen wiper incompetence thingy is a worldwide phenomenonemenon! The Staff took her car in to get the thing seen to and when she tried it next in the rain the jolly thing came off altogether! Apparently, their work experience child lost the screw or something!! Mouses for sure.ReplyDelete
I'm game for tuna fudge, anytime :))) x0x
MOUSES! The peep's wiper was replaced when they were puttin' on the snow tires. Sure do hope they did a better job with those. purrsDelete
Hopefully that nip finds its way to you soon. What a pain in the arse day though, running and running with no sunningReplyDelete
Not a trace of the sun at all! That ol' sun was in hidin', for sure. Probably scared of the peep! purrsDelete
I am glad your mom got home safely with the rain and wonky wiper and all. SHe does seem to have her priorities wrong though-making fudge without tuna? What kind of mom is that? I hope she changes her way.ReplyDelete
A very mean peep, for sure. Tuna fudge would be amazin'! purrsDelete
You just can't expect humans to go out shopping and come home with everything they need. Too bad us kitties can't go with them (except maybe to the pet store, and that's if you're me).ReplyDelete
I'm gonna have to start teleportin' to do the shippin', I think. I don't like goin' in the car so that mode of transport is likely out. purrsDelete
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Good grief! Just hearing about your peep's day was totally exhausting! I hope you were right there at the door to welcome her back to the QUIET house (compared to being out on the road in the rain!!!!!). It's always something with the peeps isn't it? We should just be glad for the entertainment I suppose.ReplyDelete
Yup, those peeps do know how to keep us entertained, for sure. purrsDelete
What an adventure!ReplyDelete
Just don't know if she'll ever be up for another one after that. purrsDelete
Hoo Cat Nerissa that was one tough day fur a peep. I know the old fellow, Dad not Buddy, demands those good wipers on his little run about and gets them replaced yearly whether they need it or not. Me and the ancient one were discussing your postal problems and he had an insight, has your post taken lessons from ours? Seems the answer as ours is, um, questionable. They put in a new "easy to use" machine for postage. Dad got stamps and they print out half of them and the rest like 10 minutes later. There is mucn more but, Handy to Use fur sureReplyDelete
Let us know about those Nip Balls
Don't know WHAT the peeps at Canada Post were thinkin'. Perhaps they were lookin' to cause some drama or somethin'. purrsDelete
WOW! SOunds like the peep went on one heck of an adventure!!!!ReplyDelete
That tuna fudge just sounds nasty Niss!!!! I am sorry but as a human...just UGH!!!!
The nip balls on the other hand...... ;)
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You don't think you'd like tuna fudge? Really? Peeps don't like that sort of thing? purrsDelete
Hehehe Mummy says shopping can be a bit trick sometimes,xx SpeedyReplyDelete
Yup. Peeps just can't seem to make it easy for themselves at all. purrsDelete
Hey Nissy did you see the snowy versions I did for you on your pictures?I did them on lunapic.com,xx SpeedyDelete
You did? Wow! THANKS! I'll see if I can find 'em. purrsDelete
What an adventure ! PurrsReplyDelete
The peep is still recoverin', I think. purrsDelete
And--consider this--we bet the Peep said FAR worse things than "MOUSES"!! No way she's getting anything other than coal for Catmas.ReplyDelete
I think she did, too, but she's not admittin' anythin'. Wise peep. Takin' the fifth, for sure. purrsDelete
I hope that package was worth the travel. Don't understand why your Mom Peep didn't make some nip candy though.....ReplyDelete
For the life of me, neither can I. I mean, what could possibly be better than candy made with nip? purrsDelete
That was quite a adventure for your human :)ReplyDelete
Me too think she said badder words than mouses *mol*
Yup, I'm kinda thinkin' she did, too. purrsDelete
Tuna Fudge and Nip balls... OMC, that sounds tastyReplyDelete
Don't they, though? purrsDelete
Oh oh...was the you-know-what at the root of this...you will have to brew her a "special" tea after this crazy escapade...crazy Canada Post and no good wipers, thank Cod she arrived back safe and sound!ReplyDelete
She could do with some nip leaf and valerian root tea, for sure! Oh, and it turns out that the plastic thingy on the wiper that was flappin' around was SUPPOSED to be removed when the wiper was installed. You'd think the peeps earnin' their livings at the car dealership would know 'bout that, huh? MOUSES! purrsDelete
Shopping at a food store during this holiday season is totally no fun. I betcha Peep#1 will make you get some nip tuna treats.ReplyDelete
Tuna nip treats... Mmmm... I'm still waitin', I'm afraid. MOUSES! purrsDelete