This is another thread to make me feel better about my pathetic life. Confession is good for the soul.
I only go to the mailbox about once a week, unless I'm expecting a book. (And only then because I don't want to make the mailman mad if I have a book in there clogging up the junk mail.) Then I pile it on my kitchen counter until I have a spare minute to open all of it--once a month.
I just found a valentine from a sweet wench.
(Sweet wench, don't feel bad. I still have a couple of unopened Christmas cards. It was one of those years.)
Please tell me how awful all of you are, too. Is your microwave a mess? Is there dust on your ceiling fan? Do you hang the toilet paper backwards or squeeze the toothpaste from the middle? (I do! It's more fun that way, and I have my ways of getting the last globs out!) Do you keep lots of food in the fridge so no one can see how dirty the shelves are? Are your houseplants suffering a slow death? Do you have a room or closet no one can open?
Or am I the worst person ever?
I only go to the mailbox about once a week, unless I'm expecting a book. (And only then because I don't want to make the mailman mad if I have a book in there clogging up the junk mail.) Then I pile it on my kitchen counter until I have a spare minute to open all of it--once a month.
I just found a valentine from a sweet wench.

Please tell me how awful all of you are, too. Is your microwave a mess? Is there dust on your ceiling fan? Do you hang the toilet paper backwards or squeeze the toothpaste from the middle? (I do! It's more fun that way, and I have my ways of getting the last globs out!) Do you keep lots of food in the fridge so no one can see how dirty the shelves are? Are your houseplants suffering a slow death? Do you have a room or closet no one can open?
Or am I the worst person ever?