I'm that guy...who mails things from home just so that I know when the red flag goes down that the mail has come. My mom used to say when I was little that I wouldnt like getting the mail when I grew up because it would just be bills and flyers etc etc. She was SOO wrong.
I often get upset when Dave is home and I'm not and he gets to retrieve the mail. How childish am I? VERY childish....yep very. I just REALLY want to get the mail before anyone else. I don't even mind getting the bills. Because when bills come you work on budgets and spending plans and its like answering questions like "how broke am I?" and "how much wine can I buy with my earnings after paying the gas bill?" You know...Important life altering questions.
I get really excited when home/garden/design magazines come because that means I get to make a mess ripping out all the important pages for my various projects and detailed expensive home improvement plans.
Now that I have the bebes getting the mail is an adventure for both of us. Not only do we spend a GREAT deal of time making our way down to the mailbox (ahem about 30 feet)....but my child I truly believe shares my love of mail delivery. She gets insanely excited to hold all the junk mail and often leaves it around the front yard for Dave to pick up when he gets home from work. I've taught her well.
Ironically tragically and rudely...I'm HORRIBLE at sending mail. I mean I'm really not awesome. I should probably work on that. Sorry. My bad.
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