I did some show and tell. Below.
I dream of black and white mail. Not much beats eclipse mail, huh? Remind me why I paid for a blackout. Twenty times! Oh, is me. What are we thinking?
I like the "as the world turns" postage, so am forever onboard with the moon and planets too. Pluto has a special place in my heart. Repeat, repeat, repeat what you like.
So, where's the sun stamp?
Evergreen and succulent. That center eye reminds me of one of my favorite flowers, the ranunculus. That eye makes me behave even when I'm behaving. I belt out "Aint' Misbehavin' every single time I see one or the other. I'm singing it now. Penfriends, can you hear me?
Why? I don't know? Am I weak for boutonnieres? A corsage for men, huh? This image always makes me smile. I wonder who saves them, pressed in a book somewhere. The groomsmen or their women?
Okay. No explanation or defense necessary here, right? I do admire people who are good at floral arrangements. Martha Stewart makes it look like it's a no-brainer. Even taking a tip from nature doesn't make a flower lover a natural. It amazes me how wildflowers seem to grow by design.
This stamp isn't just for June either. I'd send them in winter as well. Fall even. Don't ask me why I bought them. Seriously. Sitting here, trying to defend the purchase, I want to lower the blinds and pull the drapes.
All of the above for some Richard Allens. What I won't do for . . . I always think of Benson when I see this stamp. *sigh* Am willing to bet there'll never be a Benson stamp though! So, good for you, Mr. Allen.
And then there are these. I'll never run out of time with an American clock. There's something about them that appeals to me. No, it's more than wondering about whether or not there's such a thing as wasting time. It's not letting time boss you around. Do what you want with the time you have. It's yours. Still, I wonder if it's AM or PM time. Either way? It's time to move on.
Moving along . . .
I forgot to buy stamps for postcards! Almost said "for my heifers," but she's no heifer. And she deserves to stand in the middle of bluebonnets for real. Since she couldn't, I pretended instead, and wrote a handful of these before I turned off the lights and said goodnight. 'Tis the season, and a great way to say hey. So, He-e-y!
It takes a lot of hot air to make that flag billow like an overstuffed pillow.
Have you read it? Ever heard of it? Wonder what it's about? Care if it's a good read? Hold on.
I bought it way, way, wa-a-a-y back when. All the back to when I'd had the same two pen friends for nigh on a decade. I bookmarked it at page 98, and put it aside unfinished. Imagine buying a stack of old postcards and writing stories about the messages on back. Garden Ridge closed a handful of years ago. They bought books no one else wanted, and sold them for a song. Well, they sold them at a decent price, 'cause I'd be book-less if I had to sing for one.
The USPS messed with me this day. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow. *sad face*
Has there ever been a snail on a postage stamp?