1R has been neglecting me. Ken picked up the mail on Saturday and there was a box--and I don't know what's in it! 1R at least took pictures of what was in the wonderful smelly package from Vic. But this one--is it a secret? I tell you, I'm going to pout until she tells me what was in it!!
1Rs isn't here November-April or so. Its vacation for me. Luckily I am not lonely, I'm in a row of mailboxes so we chat all the time--I'm the one leaning on the left, 1Rs promised me an update next year.
I overlook a restraurant/beer/bait place--
That place is JUMPIN' on the weekends! Loud music and the parking lot is full of vehicles! They have a billboard that "moves"--
Don't you love that? Great idea!
Back to pouting!
The Mailbox on HWY 121
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3 comments:
Thanks for the laugh today!! I often neglect my mail box too because I forget to walk down the block to check.
Ahhh, smelly old Vic with her sachets! Now I need to figure out the address for your sister mailbox in the winter time.
I used to get my mail on Mondays & Thursdays, sometimes Saturdays, when I worked. Now with retirement I forget the mail even exists. :) Daughter's family has eaten at the Dam Fish Shack and she says the food is good.
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