It's over. Tweety-five packages finally went out the door with JC. I've never been happier to set mail free. After having second thoughts I removed one package, reducing the cache by one, from twenty-six. Boy, am I glad I did. I'll tell you why on another day.
Christmas in July began with thirteen gifts. I've learned to embrace the number thirteen. Think baker's dozen. It's a lucky number if you like dough nuts. It's a day after a fortnight. There should be thirteen eggs in a dozen. Now. Try to imagine what an egg carton might look like if there were. (grin) Then again try to imagine my big grin when thirteen pieces of mail were handed over to me! For me! Yes, yes, yes, thirteen times! JC brought hime thirteen letters, notes, and postcards! Mine! All mine!
Thirteen letters, notecards and postcards. How cool can that be?
I cut more paper last night. Such pretty paper too. I'll need thirteen sheets. For thirteen letters. Ah, now you see.
Thirteen envelope-letters waiting to be writ. Here's hoping I run out of summer before I run out of paper fun. So, this is what happened . . . Um, is happening. Here in Limnersville.