363 days until 35.

I had a bunch of bills and zombies and things to mail yesterday so I drove to the only blue mailbox I know of that opens wide enough to accept a packaged zombie. Standing in front of it my hands were ridiculously full, envelopes, packages, car keys...

You see where this is going.

HA! No you don't! Because I very smartly opened one hand and let my car keys fall safely to the ground while I did my dangerous mailing! Look at me, taking preventative measures and whatnot.

"Maybe thirty-four is going to be my year!" I thought. And then I smugly shoved everything else I was holding into the mailbox. Including a $700 bank deposit.