Epic mail day

You know how you start using a word to be ironic, and then you say it so often you lose the irony and it just becomes part of your vocabulary?  Being surrounded by 10 and 11 year old boys all the time made me start saying EPIC as a joke.  But you see where this is heading...

It's like in high school when my friend Holly and I started making fun of the deadbeats who used the F-word all the time.  (keep in mind this was the early 80s and it was slightly more shocking to say fuck).  We mocked them by peppering our conversations with the word so often it became a habit and now I swear like a truck driver.

But it's the MAIL I came to write about.  It was an amazing mail day.  (a fucking amazing mail day)  I headed to the post office with 11 post cards for an international post card swap.  I totally forgot to scan them and took quick pictures on the way out the door, but the pictures totally suck and the mail is gone so I can't go back and retake them.  So here's a blurry montage of them.  I think if you squint they look better.

 But then LOOK at the bounty that was waiting for me in my box!  Three letters and four postcards.  One of the letters came in an envelope made from a Tim Horton's bag.  How cool is that?  And a post card from MadMadge always makes my day.

My postcard making spree is paying off!  To get good mail you've got to send good mail.
And my mail is about to get a lot cooler, because LOOK:

I went to college just slightly before the computer era.  We had computer labs on campus, but nobody owned one.  I made all my spending money by typing people's papers on a typewriter for $1 per page.  If I really liked you, and you weren't a very good writer, I would correct your grammar and spelling as I typed for no extra charge.  My friend Alison had a 3 page paper due every Thursday at 2:00.  She would still be WRITING it at 1:30, and I'd be typing the first page or two while she was frantically finishing.  I did a lot of on-the-spot editing for Alison.  I'm especially glad I did, because, as it turns out, she's the person who introduced me to Ric in a round about way.  We've lost touch.  She doesn't know I married him, but I'm grateful to her.

And that's fun fact #something or other.