Neither Snow, nor Rain, nor Gloom of Night...
Getting the mail is not fun for me. I don't get checks. Or packages. Or even nice, hand-written notes. Mostly, I get ads. Sometimes I get letters, but they're often addressed to 'Past Due' or 'Final Notice'. That's not even close to my name. I just throw them out. Saturday, I trudged out to the mail box, hoping it would hold my Publisher Clearing House notice. Instead, I looked inside and saw this-- (Yes, that's snow surrounding my mailbox. Ever had to make a path for your mailman? They get very grouchy about having to step in snow. ) I knew right away what it was. I would've done a happy dance right there, 'cept I was standing in two feet of snow. It's so deep, you can't see how cute my boots are! I didn't even wait till I got inside. I ripped that baby open. I might have squealed a little. I hurried inside and showed my kids. "Look! It's my friend's book!" "Really? What friend...