A couple of weeks ago, I gave mom/dad a list of things I just needed to send off this year for Christmas around the world. Now, mom looked at the list and just dreaded it because the woman *hates* shopping. Can you believe that my friends? A woman that *hates* shopping? Rolls piggy eyes – I know unheard of. Now on the other hoof, dad LOVES shopping. He can’t get enough of it. In fact, personally I think he was a woman in a previous life – I’m just saying.
But daddy 
had this bright idea to come over him Sunday morning. He said to mom, “You know, I bet the post office won’t be busy today. Let’s go play Santa and Mrs. Claus and mail everything off.” You know friends that this is not going to end well, right?
So mom went through all of the shopping bags, made out all of her Christmas cards that she could remember and started bagging things up. Of course, us anipals here at the Hotel Thompson tried to help. So friends, if you get a card or a package from us and it has some anipal fur in it, you my friends just got a bonus – snorts with piggy laughter. Now you need to figure out which one of us it came from because we were all trying to help mom out. She might of gotten a little frustrated to say the least in our attempts to help.
This picture here to the right is one of the many bags that was loaded up in the Jeep for transport to the main post office that is open on Sundays. You see, last Sunday mom/dad went there to get some customs declarations and there was no one in line. Thus that is why daddy thought no one would be there this week.
Let me tell you something my friends, daddy was wrong… as usual. The post office was packed! There were 23 people in front of us and ONE teller. Yep 23 people – mom counted them. So they stood in line…and stood…and moved slightly…and then stood some more.
Finally mom had to walk because her back was hurting. She went outside and came back in laughing. Of course, daddy hadn’t moved that much in line.
He asked mom why she was laughing. She told him and I have to admit that it was hilarious. What was it? Okay outside of the post office there are several signs that fully enforces “Do not back into parking spaces.” The post office is really strict about this rule. Mom is standing outside, sees the sign and looks around the parking lot. That’s when she sees it and starts laughing… of course all the while whipping her 
camera out to take pictures of course.
On the other side of the sign is the car that is what – backed into a parking space. Oh dear Lord no. We better call the postal police on this situation STAT. What? Oh yeah – hits piggy forehead – *THAT* is the postal police backed into a parking space. What was I thinking? Talk about setting the example by leadership huh? Mom told this to daddy and he was just laughing up a storm. Why is that some people don’t have to follow the rules huh?
And we all know my daddy. He really doesn’t have a serious bone in his entire body. Maybe that is how he stays so young – acting his shoe size? There mom/dad are standing in the slow line progressing closer and closer to the one teller. Daddy gets this grin on his face, looks at mom and says whose envelope is this? Mom looks and tells daddy.
Daddy then says, take my picture. Mom says okay and clicks away. Daddy then tells mommy, “You can tell Fozzie I touched her package”.
Shaking piggy head. I told you my friends – he acts his shoe size!
Piglove 