An example of emotional sign language is the look on my face when I am speechless. I like this stamp. I won't say I "love" this stamp because I tend to over-use the word Love, and I want to reserve it for what is truly lovable. Wolfey made me especially conscious of remembering to choose my words carefully. So, I like this stamp with an intensity that makes me want to say I love it.
Nothing makes me happy quite the way reading does. One of my fondest early memories is being to read to on the stairs when I was three. Mrs. Tucker, in Alabama read to my sister and me every night before bed. I still remember the story.
You know how the brain plays tricks, right? What did you think BFG meant? I thought the story might be about a dyslexic man. It wasn't until I put on my glasses, that I saw "my, mister creature, what big ears you have!" I've been just that excited since I discovered these stamps on the package that was gently tucked inside my mail box. The package wasn't bent, mangled, or damaged. Oh, glorious day! The stamps are as nice as if they were affixed moments before I opened the mail box. Nary a cancellation mark in sight!
What was the Postage-Borne Identity? Aha! Couldn't resist. Could have done better, but am too excited to think harder. Besides, this is only a clue. All will be revealed on another day. Thank you, Anna. Blessed are the gift-givers, for they shall receive in kind. Love, Limner.
P.S. It's taken me until now to get it. My brain saw BFG as an initial anagram for Girl Friend Bling! And I hear Willie Nelson singing, You were always on my mind . . ." Seems like the GirlFriend Bling Club is always on my mind.