I'm so effing excited. I'm getting a gocco, of my very, very own! My wonderful, magnificent husband is buying it for me, can you believe it? He's so sweet that I'm going to eat his cute face right off of his head.
I only lament that we could've made our holiday cards with it, if we had gotten it sooner. But I've already decided that Marissa and I are going to make her Valentine's cards for her class. Fantastic! I can't wait!
In other, less exciting news, I completed Charlie's sweater. It turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. Marissa and Phoebe both want one for themselves now.
Now, let's talk about mail people. You'd think that so far this post has nothing to do with mail people, but you'd be wrong. See, I think of goccos and sweaters, so I think of the holidays. Then I think of the hundreds of cookies I've made so far, and the hundreds more I have to go. Then I think about who still needs cookies. THEN, that reminds me that while I've already given our mail person cookies, there is another person claiming to be our mail person, who evidently needs cookies, too.
The other day we had a card in our box, signed something like, "from Sue, your mail lady." I made her some cookies and a card, and left them for her in our box. She didn't pick them up, so when Bryan went to mail out some packages, he took the bag to the post office to give them to her there (thus confirming that a) she works at the post office for really reals, and b) she is our mail person).
The VERY NEXT DAY we get a different card in our box, signed "from Brenda, the mail lady." Um. I think we were swindled. Since I don't know which is which, and I don't know who really delivers the mail, I have to make her cookies, too. I'm scared of what would happen to our grocery store coupons and credit card offers, if I don't.
P.S. Have you checked out the new Flickr stats? Very cool.
P.P.S. I'm getting a gocco!