My love affair with the mailbox
/- The samplings so far this year -
Instead of the usual bills, home refinance offers, bills, realtor advertisements, and bills (did I mention the bills?), my mailbox brings me love in card form.
As I have said in the past, I love to send them. But I love even more to receive them.
I savor that half-hour after the mail comes, reading each card over and over. I study the pictures of long lost friends. I smile, as I notice just how much their kids have grown since last year. I read the Christmas letters. Yes, every. single. word.
I love them.
But I had to laugh when the mailbox yielded a few unexpected cards this year:Looks innocent enough, right? When you open the inside, you see this:
Yes, our trash man left us a card this year.
How nice of him. Now when I see him dumping our gigantic piles of waste into the garbage truck, I will feel just a tad bit guilty. I'll think, "Sorry, Terron, for the gigantic piles of waste." Instead of my usual thought of, "Oh, there's the trash man."
I hate feeling guilty.
The other card that made me laugh came from some of the Husband's closest, best, and most special friends. The outside looked like this:
And what's worse? He actually knows most of the people who signed it. Me thinks it might be time to stay home for a while. Get to know some of the actual people who live in Missouri.
You know. WHERE YOU LIVE.
How about you, internets? Gotten any unexpected cards in the post this year?
