Today I realized I’d never sent Jill (Ms. August 2008, and our very own artist-in-residence) her calendar, so I just now popped over to the post office near my house to send it out. As soon as I walked in, awesome mailchick Carroll, who (thankfully) knows me by sight, shouted “Finally!”
Sweet Darwin’s Beagle! It turns out when I brought the calendars in for shipping on Saturday, there was a problem, and none of them were shipped. The Skepchick Post Office Box (which is physically located in Boston) was the return address, so instead of sending 300 envelopes there (with postage due) she just held them back in hopes of seeing me or the.real.boy soon. (the.real.boy works from home and, presumably, posts things with some frequency.)
So, short story long, the calendars did not ship on Saturday as I’d hope, but rather will ship out today. My very sincere apologies, and free smooches for everyone inconvienced by the delay. Please feel free to slime me in the comments if you must.