Jordan: I never get good mail.
Craig: What are you talking about.
Jordan: Good mail! Everyone else is getting good mail all the time.
Jordan: My blogging friends.
Craig: I don't know what you're talking about.
Okay, I'll spare you anymore whiny dialogue. After perusing several blogs of my good friends, I started noticing a trend: pictures, everywhere, of the phenomenon called "good mail". Something I wasn't aware existed. But, everyone else was and talked about it like it was a common occurrence. So, I thought of a post that included this picture:
Yes, this represents "as good as it gets" in the mail department of the Mangum household (I will spare you the pictures of endless issues of JAMA, Clipper magazine, "Have you seen us" post cards, and the beloved "You are pre-qualified" envelopes.) Granted, the above bill--yes it is real, and yes I have to pay it--was for the month our pool was algae-infested and we had to run the filter non-stop, but that is beside the point!!
Anyhow, I refrained from posting my "poor-me-without-the-good-mail" post and decided to grin, bear it, and send some of my own (do unto others, right?). Then, suddenly, on Saturday, the clouds parted and a whole glob of good mail was stuffed into our mailbox. The kids were swimming out back with Craig. I ran outside and shouted "Good Mail! Good Mail!" Then, like a 4-year-old on Christmas I basked in the bliss of it all! Thank you to the sweetest Tasha, and the kindest Amy who somehow sensed the lack in my life and filled it to overflowing.
I will quit my whining now and start sending that postal gold!