I love the mail. When I was little, I loved going "down to the mailbox" to check it. I'm pretty certain there wasn't a whole lot that was ever in the mail for me, but I liked the walk. You see, we lived on a private road in the countryside, and at the time, the mail box was a small walk down our drive and our private road. I've always enjoyed a walk, so.
And then there is the whole surprise of the mail. Someone shows up with various items for the grown-ups. What's not love about that? And even though I'm an adult now...and even though I know that mostly the mail is filled with bills...and even though it's never a million dollar check...so rude!
But then since I've moved to Texas, I feel like all I get are surprises. Today, my darling sister sent me a book that she wants me to read so we can discuss. My dearest bff Dawn sent me a very thoughtful book, just because she's rad like that. I love it! My dearest darling other bff, Jamie, sent me books for my birthday and a Valentine's Love CD on heart day! Sweet Misha surprised me with chocolate covered strawberries! Yum...and btw, so much better than the package I was forced to send to her...um, who loves Barbri books or the nasty amount of studying that goes on with that? No one, that is who! Even more rude!
My point being that lately I've had lots of fun mail surprises, and I can't say that it makes me sad. Not sad at all! So thanks peeps! I heart the surprises!
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