Used to be words spilled across page after page from my palm to the nib of my pen, but then again that changed just like everything else in my world. Life happened in reverse . . . My cupped palm hoarded all the words I could not display. Written in indelible ink, they all washed away! That's what happens when you wash your hands after you pee.
It's time to renew the lease on my post office box. I'll do it too. You won't believe all the Christmas gifts that need mailing for my "Christmas in July" mail campaign.
Seriously. There was no Christmas spirit in Limnersville last year. I promise Christmas come July though. Just you wait and see.
P. S. Quantities are limited.