Love affair

I love getting mail. I always have. When we were living in Fayetteville, NC, I would wait and wait and wait for the mailman to come by and then run to be the first one out to the mailbox. And that's when it was rare for me to actually get something in the mail -- living in a household of five and as a low woman on the totem pole.

Now my odds are better. There are only two people in this house who receive mail, and I'm one of them. Unfortunately, Wes receives the bulk of it, but it's usually "We can save you tons of money by consolidating your loans" (which we've already done) or "Come work for this great hospital" (which he can't yet) or "Here's another really wondeful conference in, say, Aruba, for only forty bazillion dollars" (notice that these doctors never meet in Mongolia or anywhere like that).

So I was very excited yesterday when I opened our mailbox (Wes sometimes gets mad because I won't let him be in charge of the one mailbox key) and found that the mail was ALL for me. One piece was junk, but then I got three birthday cards! Interestingly, one was mailed April 27, one April 28, and one April 29, but they all arrived on May 1 exactly.

The one birthday card that I actually got early had points deducted for not being finished, thereby making it technically late. I mean, I know he's a man of few words, but this is ridiculous :)