Mailbox Misfortune

Somebody hit our mailbox today, splintering our post…and then kept right on driving. I know we’re a long way off the road, but it sure would’ve been nice if we’d had a heads-up so that we could make sure mail could be delivered.

I asked my husband, “Do you ever feel like you continually go out of your way to be kind and thoughtful while folks keep pooping on your head?”

He said no.

One more way in which he and I are different.

I sure am thankful for his no-drama, no-hard-feelings approach to life, though. It has most assuredly worked to my advantage.

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