A conversation last night:

CAREY: I made brownies! Try one!

JER: Yeah, right on! These are great, hon.

CAREY: You know, I wish I could just have brownies for dinner.

JER: Brownies for dinner!

CAREY: Yeah! You know, I'm going to do it! I might even eat the whole pan!

JER: Brownies for dinner!

CAREY & JER: BROWNIES FOR DINNER!

Man, I love being a grown-up.
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"THIS LAST WARNING ABOUT. THIS MAILBOX BEING LOAD THAT I CAN'T THE NEXT DAY MAIL IN. YOU BE PICK IT UP AT POST OFFICE IT WILL BE PUT 10 DAY HOLD"

As everybody knows by now, we have an ongoing bout with our mail-carrier, Darryl. Darryl has no qualms about mangling our mail beyond recognition and being a thoughroughly unpleasant person. Now, we've gotten into the habit of checking our mail box each day to avoid his tirades but (as I'm sure happens with just about everybody) once in a blue moon we miss a day. Well, we missed a day last week (one day, mind you... ONE DAY) and Carey found a sticker on our mailbox from Darryl. I've provided a scan of it to the right.

So, it seems that this semi-literate has put our mail on a 10 day hold because WE FORGOT TO CHECK OUR MAIL ONE DAY. There will be some stern words with the Post Office, make no mistake.

I'll be so glad to be rid of Darryl for good in a few weeks. Good riddance, you Hell-born menace! Ptu!