You've Got Mail

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The mailman hates us. 
Really, I think he positively loathes us.  We never collect our mail. Well, maybe "never" is a slightly exaggerated word. 
Hmmmm. Nope. 
I believe "never" is pretty accurate. 


Our mailbox is one of those little community "mail apartments" and it is eight houses up the street from mine. When I was  a kid, our mailbox was on/attached/connected to our house. 
Those were the days....


Mailman Russ....has had it. 
In the mail box he leaves us a note. A very official looking note. I can tell he's fantastically pissed, because the words are written in all caps, and he has pressed so hard with the pen he almost broke through the skin of the paper.


YOU!! CAN!! GET!! ALL!! OF!! YOUR!! MAIL!! AT!! THE!! POST!! OFFICE!!


So. 
Nothing changes. 
We still suck. 
And never check our mail.















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Unknown said…
So does this mean you read your Sunset and Martha Stuart Living magazines quarterly!!!! Ha Ha!
3/31/2010
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