Postcard Postcript

So those of you that bravely volunteered to give me your addresses, they have been mailed. It was fun for Mr. Personality to put them in the mail slot at the post office, so thank you for giving him the opportunity.

I wish I could say we had a big teaching moment about the post office and what they do there, but for some reason it didn't happen.

Although while I was at the counter talking to the postal lady about the different prices to mail different sizes of postcards, (who really knew?) a scary looking guy gave Mr. Personality his little "please take a number" ticket. And I never even realized it until I was ready to leave. I freaked out a bit since the unwashed hair guy could have given him a cigarette and I wouldn't have even had a clue.

That became the teaching moment. As soon as we got in the car I pounced, "Please don't take anything from strangers without asking mama first, ok?" I don't think I made any particular point with him, so we'll have to repeat it tomorrow.

And, as I mailed them off, I realized that I put no return address on any of them. Not because I wanted to hoard your addresses and deny you mine, but there really wasn't much room on the cards! So if your life simply won't be complete without my address, I will be happy to give it to you.

Now back to our regularly scheduled programming, the hijacking of my blog by Frank the Leaky Pipe god.

Comments

Piece of Work said…
I love Frank the Leaky Pipe God with-a-capital-G.

I wish I had some leaky pipes for him.
2:29 PM
Suzanne said…
I am woefully lacking in my mythology knowledge. I simply had no idea there was more than one Leaky Pipe God. Good thing I read your blog, Gina!
5:45 PM
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