Mr. Postman

Has anyone ever gotten in trouble from their letter carrier?
We have.
We are on our last warning.
Guess who freaks the letter carriers out:

Mabel has become quite cantankerous in her old age.

Oh, she is a naughty thing.

She figures out every way possible to get out of our backyard.

I reckon it is on account of our complete and utter disregard for her existence since we had the children.

Poor dog.

Mabel dislikes the letter carrier.

We do not know why.

She does not seem too picky.

The kids put clothes on her, ride her, pinch her, step on her, and poke her eyeballs.

And she just takes it.

But show her a stranger holding a stack of white envelopes, and she goes nuts.

Seriously.

She chases them down and barks at them.

If the letter carrier sees her out one more time, we will no longer get mail.

Ever.

Is that legal?

Don't we have rights?

Well, I am trying my hardest to keep tabs on the dog.

But, my main focus is keeping handsome dude . . .

alive.

So, there are times when Mabel is not my top focus.

But I really hope we can continue to get mail . . . otherwise fun moments like this would not happen:

In this current age of technology, the handwritten letter is rare.

But my girls have a Great Aunt Dana.

And Great Aunt Dana spoils them from time to time with packages in the mail.

She even throws in a few coloring pages and just little random bits and pieces of fun things she has collected for them.

And they love it . . . they really, really love it.

Sweet Pea sat down amidst all of her postal loot and teared up.

"I just really miss Aunt Dana.  I don't think I have seen her for like, 10 years."

Sweet Pea has a tendancy to exaggerate.

"Dear Dana, I mish you . . . "

*tear* sob* tear*sob*

Sweet Pea also tends to get emotional.

And I tend to get emotional when I think of how big my Sweet Pea is getting.

I mean, she can do so many things now:

*read

*count to 121

*fold laundry

*ride a bike

*write words . . . like mish

Ahhhh . . . my baby . . . .

She is also a stubborn little thing.

I had 4.2 million things to do because my friend Bimlissa was coming over.

And I had to hurry and try and meticulously clean my house, so as to appear that no children, husbands, or dogs lived there.

Cause Bimlissa would not be my friend if my house was not tidy.

She's snooty like that.

But Sweet Pea insisted that I address her package to Aunt Dana and put it into the mail immediately.

Yes.

I am sure my letter carrier would greatly appreciate this package stuffed in the mailbox.