Robin hasn't posted in so long I decided to take advantage of her blog. I have experienced some extreme sadness in the last couple of weeks.
My mail, as well as my neighbors mail, is delivered to a little mail station. In the little station are twelve normal size mail slots and two large boxes for packages. Whoever gets a package gets the key to the large box placed in their slot.
Every day I go out to get my mail and I'm so excited - I can't wait to see what I received from my numerous online shopping expeditions. First I look to see if the keys are in the large mailboxes. If the keys are there, no one received a package. If the keys are gone - well, that means they are in SOMEONE's mail slot. Oh I get SO excited if one of the keys is gone. Then I open my mail slot expecting the key to be there. Some days it is, I use it to open the big mail box and retrieve my package. But some days the key isn't there. It must be in someone else's mail slot. I immediately go into a deep depression. Someone else received a package. It wasn't me. Oh the sadness I experience. I hope I get some grief counseling for Christmas.