kitchen cupboards, purge & rearrange my disaster of a basement, do laundry or take it to the dump...) a voice screamed in my ear, "ADDRESS MY CARDS!"
I've had them since Christmas last year but never checked the envelopes. Seeing they were dark red, it was necessary to print labels; so that's what I did. Heading for the basement, another screech erupted. "PRINT MY MASTERPIECE!" Done.
I escaped to the post office to pick up mail and check about postage for HER cards. Square, doesn't bend, fat...special handling required...everything by hand...
Arriving home - "SIGN AND MAIL THEM, YOU #!*%! IT WILL TAKE WEEKS FOR DELIVERY! WAAAH!"
So now they're arriving early. That's good, right?