Why Snail Mail is still better than E-Mail.

I used to live in New York.   It seems so long ago now that I can barely remember what it was like to be an actual resident and not a visitor to the city that never sleeps – but the one memory that never fades is the sheer awesomeness of the converted bomb shelter on 13th Street where I lived with Their Royal Momma-nesses, A, K, and S.   I was lucky enough to have Sara (Momma S) make the move out to LA with me all those years ago, but much to my dismay, Amy and Katie, (Mommas A & K respectively) stayed in New York, where they have migrated over the bridge to Brooklyn, and seem intent on staying.

The Mommas (and Dash in Sara's belly) @ My Wedding.

Anyway.   I’ve digressed.   I recently came home to find the treasure pictured at the top of the page in my mailbox.   A card from Katie with a (possibly stolen) Temporary Thyroid Tattoo inside, because, you know, my thyroid pretty much crapped out on me my my senior year of college, and who doesn’t want to feel like they have a functioning thyroid every once in a while?   I can’t decide if I should wear it (but then it would just melt off my giant pregnant neck while I sit here wallowing in self pity and sweat) or frame it.    But the point is – I couldn’t have received this bizarre treasure via e-mail.   And holding a lovingly hand written 99 cent store card with a dog on it in my hot little hands is a feeling that I think is worth the entire (what is it now? 44 cents?) 44 Cents it costs to make that possible.   Thanks Mommas A & K for making my day.    When I find something clever and awesome enough to send back to you, you’ll get a mailbox surprise.   And also, move to LA.

Here’s some other random things I’m thinking about today:

- I don’t really understand what I’m supposed to do with Twitter.   Can someone enlighten me?   If you want, you can follow me, and I’ll follow you back, and then you can tweet me to tell me what you tweet about.   Fun, right?

- I’ve said it before (actually, I’ve tweeted it) – and maybe it’s because I can’t kick my decaf habit – but I’m pretty sure that Zantac is a crock and money is the only cure for heartburn.

- Crackheads are like the real-world version of Zombies.   They move slowly, they have no soul, and they are singularly focused on obtaining that which sustains them (brains and/or crack.)

- If you haven’t already, you should enter my giveaway for a chance to win a $75 Gift Certificate to Fabulous Stationery.com. (And if you already have, keep checking back – there are more giveaways to come in the next few weeks.   They’re gonna be good.   I promise.)

- Rest in Peace, Ted Kennedy.