Last week, my husband brought home the mail.  He slapped down a stack of three letters.

“These are for you,” he said.  Then he held up what was left -a stack of bills -and said, “These are for me.”

I felt sorta bad for him.  Should I write him a letter, do you think?  I don’t want him to think it’s a pity letter.  How would I even start to go about that?  When we were first married, I once wrote him a ridiculous poem asking him to a dance and I shoved it in our mailbox for him to find.  I could go that route again, but I think he’d rather find a $20 in an envelope rather than a ridiculous poem.

Anyway, I grabbed my letters and dove onto my bed.  I pried them open carefully and then devoured them with the same amount of satisfaction I get out of a soft piece of cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory.

I’m sharing them with you today for two reasons:

#1) One has something funny in it that you need to see.

#2) The stationery.

Let’s break with convention and start with number two.

(Did anyone just hear Dr. Evil’s voice saying “number two” ? Or am I the only crazy one here?)

The stationery.

The one on the left is from Taiwan! Can you believe it! I just turned it over and over in my hands, wondering what’s it’s seen! Where it’s been! All the way on the other side of the ocean! How exciting!

And the one on the right? It’s from Japan. Needless to say, I’ve been in a fit of excitement wondering about the places the stationery has been. I’m a regular dork. But really! Imagine it! It makes me want to start ordering local stationery from all the places I want to visit. Does Nauvoo have it’s own stationery? What about Stockholm, Sweden? All of the fifty nifty United States? Okay, I’m quite finished talking about it. For now.

#1)

My friend snipped this clip from her husband’s multi-vitamin.  It made me laugh out loud.  It made my brother Steve laugh out loud.  And it also reminded me of my Midol.  I took Midol once and it purty near killed me.  Terrible stuff, that.  But the label?  Priceless.  It warns that if you have prostate problems, you shouldn’t take it.

I quite agree.

(PS: the third letter I got was actually one I sent out earlier that week that got returned on account of it’s having not enough postage.  Postage has been added and the letter has been sent.  And the postmaster knows me by name now.)