It's been a long time since I dipped into the Friday Mailbag! Let's have a peek. . .
Dear Next-Door Neighbors,
For 13 years, you have been the Very Best kind of neighbor: Respectful. Private. Quiet. (Well. Except for that one time when one of your kids got the car alarm stuck at 2:00 in the morning and y'all couldn't turn it off.) Tasteful landscaping. Well-mannered guests at your parties. Non-intrusive in every way. (Well. Except for the English ivy.)
But your concrete project this fall? Pushing it. Because hours of jack-hammering? Jarring. Maybe give us a heads-up next time, huh? (So we can leave, too.)
Dear Gmail Inbox,
Who knew . . . that it would be so easy to KonMari you! Wow. All those emails -- years and years of emails -- that I thought I might need or that I was too lazy to delete in the first place . . . GONE. Just like that.
I feel so much JOY.
Dear Brown Marmorated Stink Bugs,
You're drunk. Go home.
Dear Blog Friends,
I can't thank you all enough for your words of support and thoughtful wishes and general bolstering of my spirit after my mom's death. You are all wonderful -- and I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Have a great weekend!