[Diva]

Good morning, boys and girls....it's your Auntie Diva, with the continuation of what I like to call

The Saga O' The Mailbox

Let's recap, shall we? Auntie Diva's mailbox blew down the street, right? Sasquatch, your Auntie Diva's neighbor ~ FOUR DOORS DOWN & across the street even! ~ brought the mailbox home. His logic..."Well ~ huh, huh ~ your house was the only one that didn't have a box."

WHAT? That was a little too personal, if you ask ME, boys and girls!

So.....I tried to fix the mailbox myself, boys and girls. But your Auntie Diva ~ while she can drink 'em ~ is not too handy with The Screwdriver. She DOES have a circular saw...and she DOES know how to use it, but something told me that, in this case, a circular saw was not the appropriate tool in this case.




But I digress.


Well.....my mailman is just wonderful, boys and girls. Of course, I had bribed him with a CD. He gets out of his truck and brings my mail TO me. (He's a smart boy.)

So yesterday, your Auntie Diva met Mr. Postman ~ let's call him cousin Junkmail, shall we? ~at the curb with some letters to mail. I asked cousin Junkmail why he rang my doorbell yesterday when he left nothing. Did I need to sign for something? (I didn't make it to the door before he drove off. It was odd.)

Well, guess WHAT, boys and girls? Cousin Junkmail had been putting the mail in my NEW mailbox ~ which is sitting on top of a filing cabinet, which is sitting in my driveway.

Don't ask.

Did I even think to LOOK in the new mailbox? Oh [hell] no, boys and girls (forgive your Auntie Diva's potty mouth)......

We both had a good laugh at your Auntie Diva's expense.

And that is the story ~ and the hopeful conclusion ~ of your Auntie Diva's mailbox, starring cousin Junkmail.

(Oh...and just so you know, there will be 2 cousins coming to see me soon, and they are going to fix your Auntie Diva's box.)


Signed,
Auntie Diva, postage included...