I'm going to walk to my mailbox at the end of my block. The reason that is blog-worthy news is that it's about 30 degrees outside and the wind is blowing like a mother trucker. If you don't hear from me the rest of the day, please send someone to unstick my frozen fingers from my mailbox.
"Where's Flick?"
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May the Force be with you! (Bring snacks just in case though.)
It's 10 degrees below Celsius up here---I had to wear a down coat when I went out for my letter-mailing. And wine-drinking. And credit-card refusal. Thank goodness they happened in that order.
I sure hope you didn't stick your tongue on the mailbox. As slow as the mailmen are you might be there a while.
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