In my former years as a missionary for my church... I would get so excited over POST (which is what we called MAIL). Everyday we would look forward to the time when we would get to go to the box to see if there was post. Missionaries love mail. Its how we would connect with our family, our friends, boyfriends/girlfriends... it was the lifeline sometimes. Mail was awesome!!
Now that I am older and have a cell phone, text messaging, the internet, blogs, emails, facebook and all the other technological wonders of the world to connect with family and friends, post has gotten put aside. Which sucks... because I still love getting mail. The hubbs knows that it is MY responsibility to get the mail AND open it all. Now usually its all bills or propaganda which pretty much stinks because I still run to the mailbox everyday hoping to get a piece of mail (hint hint if anyone wants to send me a card). My grandma was really good about sending cards. When she passed, we actually found a box of cards in her home and some were already set aside for that months mail. She was awesome like that. Took the time to write a hand written note to tell you she loved you (ahhhh tear). Anyways- the point of this whole rambling was to say... I got post today (true I had to PAY FOR IT... but thats besides the point. Still there was fun packages in the mailbox when I got home. Look what I ordered.