I'm an Idiot

Okay, so the USPS lady rung the doorbell, and I knew it would be my new paintings. I ran downstairs, but my keys were upstairs. So, I went to get the key from the backdoor. I guess Gene had taken it out. So, I ran back upstairs to get my key, and by the time I opened the freakin' door, the USPS lady was gone. All I had was a little note to pick it up tomorrow. Argh! So, I saw her down the street. I ran down my street to try to catch her. The sidewalk wasn't that bad, but the ashphalt was crazy hot. I missed her, so I had to run back to the house in my barefeet. I swear, I got 3rd degree burns on my feet. So, still determined, I hopped in my car and chased her around the neighborhood. I flagged her down and waived my delivery slip. I hobbled over to the mail truck, and I retrieved my package! She almost didn't let me have them because I didn't have my license with me. Whew! So, no I can't walk, but my paintings are here! I think I am going to hop downstairs and see if I can find my solarcaine to spray on my feet. Ouch!!!