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?"
May the Force be with you! (Bring snacks just in case though.)
ReplyDeleteIt'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.
ReplyDeleteI 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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