up with figs, (a hiatus)
qotd, except for that

here's the mail; it never fails

Yesterday was a great mail day. And, yes, it doesn't take much more than that to make me happy.


Any envelope addressed to "The Magnificent Adrienne Martini" is guaranteed to be opened. What was inside? It's a garment for a little running thing Norma roped me into organized. More later. And for the record, One More Mile has the best customer service ever.

Another package turned up yesterday, too. This was in it:


Mmmmmm. Skinny Bugga. I can't tell you what this is for quite yet. Soon, though, all will be revealed. 

The dog is a'quiver with anticipation.



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