Checking the mail is like dessert. And I'm not ashamed to say I use it as an incentive for myself.
"Yes, you can have a cookie if you finish all your chicken."
"Yes, you can get the mail if you mow the lawn first."
Needless to say I was thrilled when I got a FedEx sticker telling me my iPhone replacement was ready to be picked up.
So was Bossier. He got to ride. (Yes I know I could have just left my signature on the door, but remember? I love going to get the mail. Even if that means driving to the airport.)
Don't get me wrong -- it doesn't have to be something big. A save the date card will do. Heck, I'll tear into a Texas Rangers schedule magnet with my realtor's business card glued to it.
But this... this was the most exciting mail I've gotten in a long time.
The huzz finally got a new passport!
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Heyyy- Checking the mail is Liam and I's "treat" in the afternoon. So fun to have a reason to go outside that doesn't include yard work.
So you guys are going to Isreal??? I am guessing by the map, do tell all about it!
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