while I very much love the efficacy & efficiency of the internet, there is still a little thrill when something good shows up in the real mail box. This weekend brought me my voter registration card (yes, it's blurred on purpose) and a little gift from one of my heroes, Mr. Keillor.
Argh. I have to vote and fill out an e-interview in the next week. Mailing in my vote means going to the P.O., since our postman is so laid back he sometimes doesn't even come up to the porch, but tosses the mail through the slot in the garage. I need to either tape that sucker shut, or put a little box there, or there is going to be TROUBLE when the rain really starts...
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