I (morgan) have recently attained a new obssesion that is checking the mail.
For some strange reason, I convince myself that there will be a letter, hiding in the assemblage, written out to me.
Maybe one will be from a resplendent man delcaring his undying love for me, or maybe from the queen of England inviting me to tea and crumpets. And having either of her grandsons extend their hand in marriage.
I would also wear this hat, as to appear "royal"
But for now, I'll just endure the embarrassment of sifting through piles and piles of meaningless crap, until I see the golden ticket.
Ie: an envelope adressed to yours truly.
Rest assured, that day will come.
3 comments:
I'm such an idiot! Everytime I think of the blog I remind myself to add you guys, and of course forget by the time I come on....forgive me for I know not what I do:D Thanks for the comment and reminding me! I LOVE THE WOODS
Is that why I never have to get the mail now? Maybe someone out there will send you a special letter. ANYONE ???
Also ... great hat!
we share so many common interests. I seriously fight devin to get the mail. He's finally just given in and realized that it means more to me then it does to him. I think it stems from how fun it was when we were first married to get checks and cards up to like six months after we were married. But the problem is my enjoyment is lessening now that all we ever get is bills. No more exciting cards with money. But I still have this hope that there will be a magical check in the mail that will solve all of our problems.
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