I love getting mail. Letters, postcards, magazines, even catalogues from stores I probably won't shop at. The only think I hate getting is other people's mail, because honestly, who wants to get mail that was meant for someone else? You can't open it, you feel kinda guilty about throwing it away...I usually end up just leaving it out for the mailman. I've stopped writing "not at this address" on the envelope. It happens so often that the mailman has started to get it without my little notes. But does this mean he'll stop bringing me mail that goes to people that used to live at my apartment? NO. He'll take away Justin's mail when I leave it sticking out of the mailbox, but for some reason, he still thinks that I want to receive it. Note to USPS: Justin no longer lives here. Neither do Estelle, Nundubu, or the variety of other people whose mail you put in my box every day.
But I digress. I do love getting mail. Especially packages. I love getting packages so much that I send things to myself at work. I recently had about $50 in Amazon.com gift certificates, and I spent almost all of it on the following: Harry Potter, book 1 (the only one I didn't have), Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella (starring the lovely Lesley Ann Warren*), the entire series of planet earth (for under $20!!!), and Babes in Toyland (which has yet to arrive). Hells yes. I had almost forgotten about them (ha. yeah right.), but all three of the aforementioned packages arrived today (in separate packages, which means opening more "presents" - so fun!). Perfect for a day when I think I might be coming down with the cold/flu/thing that has been going around. It totally lifted my spirits. Does that make me shallow/superficial/a capitalist? I don't know. I don't really care. I am feeling happier.
Mom, I know you read this blog. Please send Bubbies. I have not found them at my local grocery stores, and I crave them. Ladies and Gentlemen who read this blog, if you enjoy pickles, and have never had one, click that link and find yourself some Bubbies. They are amazing.
*note: I just realized that maybe Ann Warren, an actress I knew in college, was named after Lesley Ann Warren. One can hope, right? Cause that would be cool.