The town's snow plows knocked our mailbox right off its post on Friday. The headless post is still standing proud, and Peter got to dig through the snow in the culvert to recover the mailbox. he laid it neatly on a mound of snow next to the headless post. Next step: I came up with the idea of using industrial-strength velcro to put the mailbox back on the post. The snow plows can kick that can down the road all they want, and we will just velcro it back on the post. Since it's a nice round 9 degrees Fahrenheit this morning, we will hold off installing the velcro until the temperature reaches mere freezing. If that fails, I am moving on to the ultimate repair tool: duct tape. In the meanwhile, the PO has left us a polite postcard informing us that all is not right with our mailbox and that they will hold our mail at the PO until the headless mail post is once again topped with a functioning mailbox.
Like every woman, I dread hat hair. But sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do... If this doesn't qualify me for sainthood, tell me what will. Bye the bye, Peter won't even allow a camera in the same room with him when he's got this hat on. Don't laugh, folks. Forget about those lovely little hand knits that were last year's holiday gifts. Next year everyone gets a mad bomber hat luxuriously lined with squirrel fur. Along with Teddy in his new winter gear, we are quite the sight. And yes, you can see from the look on his face, Teddy is not thrilled to be wearing a coat.
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