Oct from Leslie - Drivel 1

 

Leslie achieved just the right level of creepy and the PO didn't attack the envelope with a Sharpie. This one gets the steal worthy label, too - and it's well within the range of something I could get done. The hard part will be locating some of those stamps. They are no longer on the website - so - I need to drive around to all the sub-stations and see if anyone has any. Maybe I can get my son to make some calls for me.

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Here I sit on October 25th, in Chicago, wishing I had taken photos of the October mail that had arrived before I left for this impromptu trip to spend a week doing things to help my daughter and family. It's heartwarming (to me) and frustrating as all get out (to my daughter) that my grandson will not eat store-bought pumpkin muffins. He only eats the ones we make from scratch. Mom and dad think they taste exactly the same. He will not even try one. 

To be honest - it takes me back to the days when my daughter was home from college and threw a college aged fit when I pulled out a pan of store bought lasagna. At least she remembered the incident and after she hatched her own offspring, she made a point of extending a sincere apology - explaining that she had a new appreciation for what moms endure.

I am drinking coffee and have nothing to do for over 3 hours - so, maybe I can come up with something more interesting. We'll call this series *Drivel*