Worst Part of the Day - I'm having a fight with my mailman (mailpeople really - it's never the same person). Evidently that motto they have (the sleet, rain, dark of night one) has a little asterisk that reads "except in New Hampshire." It's been snowing and snowing and snowing here and our mailbox is located toward the curb. Anyone living in a snowy area can tell you what a plow does to your shoveling when it comes barreling down your street. So our mailbox is boxed in by about five feet of ice and snow. After not receiving mail for two days - I sucked it up and shoveled. And I shoveled and I shoveled. And I rested (because I am weak and not prone to much cardio activity). Then I shoveled some more. The mail truck passed me on the other side of the street and I thought "there! You SEE me!! I am TRYING." (Why did I not just ask for my mail? Pride, I suppose.) Later in the day I jauntily set out for the mail. Guess what I found? Just some snow. No mail. My husband arrives home laughing. "What the hell did you do to that mailbox. No wonder they didn't deliver the mail." And here I thought he was supposed to be on my side. Seems I left a pile in the direct path of the mail car. But WHERE was I supposed to put it? And could they not just go around that and see my shoveled out mailbox? Clearly not. No Freaks and Geeks Netflix for me. And I am SORE, by the way.
Best Part of the Day - Second Son (I'll call him IMP in this blog. He's 11.5 months old) finished off the last of his formula this morning. He then took to whole milk like a champ! If I could pass on one bit of advice to anyone in this world - it would be to become a more flexible person. Not like yoga flexible (although that is good too) - but flexible toward new things. I think it makes for a smoother, happier life for you and those around you. So here's to IMP - thanks for being flexible. I'll try to learn from you!
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