Test 1, 2, 3.

So apparently my postcards are non-machinable and therefore cost an extra 33 cents. But this is definitely a recent development unless people have been getting postage due notices all these years and not telling me. I mean, I did ask when I first started sending them because I thought the thickness might be a problem, but the guy at the Princeton post office said it would be okay, and I have heard tell of people getting them, so it has been okay up until March when mom's birthday card had postage due.
I'm sure it's related to the post office's financial woes (stupid congress), but now I'm wondering what makes them non-machinable. I had a thinner one that I was testing out but it still had my glued on layer bits and that was sort of what she was indicating was the problem, so that would imply that the thickness is not the problem, and I could put one in an envelope and pay letter postage instead of 66 cents. But maybe it's the lack of bendiness (because even the thinner one was made stiff by my gluings) which wouldn't go away with an envelope.
I guess the main reason this is so disappointing is because I have a shoebox full of postcard-sized gray/white board (I don't know why it's called gray/white when the "gray" side is clearly blue), and then all my clothly scraps, and I wanna use them up. I suppose 66 cents isn't too terrible, cost-wise, but 33 cents was so much cheaper and insignificant seeming.

ETA: Okay I found a thing, and it is the rigidity that is the problem, so envelopes are a no go.

You'd think that of all the days of the year, the one where you might spend some time thinking about how we, as well-fed people, are wasteful of food, would potentially be the one when you spend your evening making PB&J sandwiches for homeless people.
Like, seriously, do you people actually do this with your own jars of peanut butter? I mean, if it's a jar of PB that you have bought and paid for yourself, do you really, honestly recycle/trash the jar with that much PB in it? Because that? Is a sandwich worth of PB, my friend, and here you are saying that the jar is empty.
Is it some sort of social stigma thing? Like, you would scrape the jar in the privacy of your own home, but nobody wants to be the crazy person scraping the PB jar in public?
(And it occurs to me that this is the one socialization event/gathering that I attend each year. Other people go to parties and bars and Cons. I... make sandwiches for Loaves & Fishes once a year. Where I am know to be or soon found to be the crazy person who scrapes the PB jars.)
Besides, aren't youwe supposed to be UUs up in here? How about some Respect! For the interdependent web of existence! Of which we are a part!
That perfectly good peanut butter lurking in the bottom and on the sides of the jar need some respect too, you know.

This was Friday evening. Appropriately enough, on Thursday evening, I scraped the last of the PB from my 4 lb. tub as a sort of warm-up as I made my two sandwiches (the usual lunch + one for dinner since I was going straight from work to church). So, I started the tub on February 6th and finished it on March 24th. Sooo I eat 4 pounds of peanut butter every 1.5 months or so.

Problem: The elastic in the shelf-bra of my tank top had been getting sorta skanky doing that weird degraded elastic thing that elastic does, but is otherwise totally wearable.

Solution: Cut the elastic off but leave the cloth of the "bra" in, and it works pretty much the same. I don't know that it would work for Seven of Nine, but small boobs FTW!