ya know, dealing with Mario and the CFCS staff, well, it's getting really boring. It's become... just the samo samo. I mean, I tear down a bunch of material, sort it the best I can, tape up the boxes, ship them with a prepaid label, take naps, and then...chachingggggggggggggggggggggg mysteriously, money shows up. This same routine, just seems to happen over, and over, and over again.
Now, my biggest complaint, is the timing. I sent some boxes off on my way to the airport last week. Went to Phoenix to see my new grand daughter. And, on Monday, I was rudely interrupted with a chachingggggggggg, which happened to be a bit larger of a chachinggggggggg than I expected. WELLLLLLLL my naps were on Arizona time and not EST! Just think it rude to wake an ole feller up like that!
After days of being tortured by my daughter with texts like this...

...and thanks to having a great relationship with Mario and the staff, I was able to fly out and spend time with Sophia Lily Jane Hart.
If it were not for everything I have learned here on SMF, and for the great folks at CFCS, this trip would have not been possible. THANK YOU FOR THE BOREDOM!
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