It is simply not allowed.
My Christmas in July mail campaign was meant to be my summer extravaganza, and it is. Twenty five packages wait by the door. JC already mailed the big one. Timing is everything. I need three days mail time from post to delivery. If I miss my target date . . .
So guess who's already working on a new idea. Well, yeah. One must make hay even while it's too hot to go out. I cut out all these little heart shaped envelopes during another viewing of Transporter 2. This floral is my favorite. They'll do nicely for my next project. Just you wait and see.
I said to myself "Why not cut the letter-in-an-envelopes too, just in case?" And so I did. That way I'll have an excuse to use all those new Christmas stamps I didn't use on Christmas in July. The watermelon envelope has to be my favorite. Nothing says summer in the south quite like ice cold watermelon. But wait! I'm getting ahead of myself.
Again. Bored? Who's bored? Okay. I've been in this house for a solid week now. Even "Ray Donovan" repeats lose their appeal after the third time. Poor Abby. Poor stupid Mickey. I'm gonna mail myself to someone soon!
In the meantime . . . You won't believe what happened! Or will you?