three boxes of thin mints

i've got

a list. a long list.

i've laminated it

and taped

it to the refrigerator

door.

on it is my

plumber,

my

electrician,

my doctor

a lawyer (God help me)

a therapist,

a car salesman,

a priest,

Father Smith.

i got a guy who does

travel,

a woman

masseuse.

a barber named Zim.

an ENT

guy,

Brian in Delhi,

who can get me 

generic medicine.

i've got a mailman

who

knows my

business.

a nosy neighbor

with a kid, selling

girl scout cookies at my door

three boxes

of thin mints this year,

and one box

of those peanut butter

things.

she just took my order.