The other day I found a stack of our neighbor’s mail on our entry table — apparently we have been getting random pieces of her junk mail for the last few weeks, which I think is kind of strange because she told us she’s lived next door for 25 years and our mailman mentioned he’s had this route for the last 10. (Clearly I have some riveting small talk out in the driveway.) All I’m saying is that I think it’s fishy that our mailman has been delivering her mail to the same place for 10 years and suddenly all of her junk mail is showing up in our mailbox (and, conveniently, none of her “real” mail manages to make it over to us). I also think it’s weird that Dave had just been collecting it and was planning to return it to the mailman even though her mailbox is literally two inches away from ours.
I finally got sick of seeing the stack of crap, so last week I gathered it all up and told Dave I was going to put it in her mailbox. I didn’t even make it out the door because he started freaking out about how it’s a federal offense to open somebody else’s mailbox and that I could be arrested, and I was like, “Do you know how hard the judge is going to laugh when I show up in court charged with returning an 80-year-old woman’s complimentary AARP America the Beautiful calendar? ” And he was all, “I guess you’ll have to write me a letter about it FROM PRISON,” so we compromised and I just left it all in a heap on her doorstep. I’m sure she appreciated the giant tripping hazard on her porch much more than us invading her privacy by placing her unopened junk mail in her empty mailbox.
In other news, I bought some more fall-ish stuff for the house this weekend, including a bunch of these apple pumpkin scented candles, which smell SO GOOD and are also only $5. I was going to take some pictures of my fall-ified house but then I discovered that Netflix added season 9 of What Not to Wear so my Sunday looked pretty much like this:
Oh, we also finally bought a clock, which you can see up there above Stacy’s head. It didn’t come with batteries so it’s stuck on 10:07 but, you know, baby steps.