Dana

One of my friends suggested that I thank my mail carrier since I am mailing something almost every day.  Unfortunately, we have been through several mail carriers over the last year.  Some of them are not so good about actually coming to my house.  Which I figured out after January 1st when there were long stretches that mail was not being picked up.  This week was one of those stretches. 

Anybody who knows me, knows that I am not one to hold back.  Some people might say I have no filter.   My best friend's dad says I have bigger (ahems!) than most men.  No matter the verbiage, the point is....I speak my mind.  Most of the time.  There are, however, a few people I tend not to criticize.  I typically don't harass my wait staff....too much access to my food.  I try not to annoy my gynecologist or dentist.  After 45, I'm including the person who does my colonoscopy.  Personally, I just think it's a good idea to be nice to the people who touch your food or parts of your body food enters and exits.  (Wow....so many things to say there that I had to clean up because this is a family blog!) 

But here is one that might surprise you....I work really hard to get along with my mail carrier and garbage man.  So when my mail was sitting...and sitting...and sitting...I said nothing.  Thank goodness for good neighbors.

Thank you Dana for having (ahems!) bigger than mine so that I actually got mail today.