Thursday, July 2, 2015

you've got mail

I love the feeling of excitement when something slips through the mail slot with my name on it. Especially when the return address is The Villages, Florida. What ever could it be? Could it be cold hard cash?  A check for yet another project around the house? Or maybe a recent recipe my dad tried? Or just a letter of appreciation for what a fine daughter I eventually turned out to be...
Today it was none of those things. Of course it was a newspaper clipping warning of the dangers of the sharks on North Carolina beaches. Of course. What else would it be?
They need not worry. In preparation for our upcoming vacation to the Outer Banks we are sponsoring a Jaws marathon, complete with homemade popcorn and ice cold lemonade. They will all be too scared to go past their ankles.