My Achilles Heel

I wrote in the previous post that the way I start my day is reading the newspaper while eating breakfast. I like routine and I like my newspaper. When they stopped publishing the paper on Sundays I didn't know what I would do with myself. Lucky for me my husband likes to make me happy so he would often take me out for breakfast before our little one came along.
So suffice to say that I hate not getting my newspaper. It totally wreaks havoc with my morning and subsequently, my day. One morning I went out to get the paper and I couldn't find it. I looked everywhere (or so I had thought). When I couldn't find it, I called The Gazette to register my complaint and asked for a replacement copy ASAP. Later that day I went out and as I pulled the car out of the driveway,  I saw the original copy had somehow gotten underneath my car. I don't know how the delivery guy managed that. But the kicker is, one morning my husband and I were leaving really early and we happened to meet the delivery guy as he was dropping off the newspaper. He had the gall to tell me to check really well for the newspaper before calling to complain. Um, I'm sorry, I didn't know getting my newspaper in the morning could turn into a scavenger hunt! How much work is it supposed to be to get your paper that should be on your stoop? Should I get my GPS out??
One morning I went out and I saw bits and pieces of the newspaper strewn all over the stoop. I found the rest of the newspaper wedged underneath the stoop. It looks as though our resident groundhog decided he wanted to catch up on the days events. I couldn't believe it. I wasn't able to read the first section in its entirety because it was so torn up. I took a picture to show people.

                                                                                            

Anyhow, I think you know where this is going. The last couple of days the paper has been in our mailbox at the end of the driveway. I'm assuming that our regular person is on vacation or something because normally it's right outside our door. But this morning...NO PAPER! I checked everywhere. In the bushes. In the mailbox. Under my car. Near the mudroom door. Nada. So I called to register my complaint. It doesn't matter though. I'm grumpy to say the least.

I realize I complained about people complaining about something that is a privilege and I'm doing the same. What can I say? The paper is my Achilles heel.