We've been writing notes to each other this week. Charlie's (pictured on the left) tend to be nicer than mine. I'm pretty hateful. Katee even wrote me a tender missive and left it on my pillow.
In this time of text messaging and voice mail it was ironic that a chunk of our chosen form of communication involved paper. How retro were are. But still out of touch. Charlie needed stamps today and even though I had them I couldn't tell him what the current rate is for first class post. So we stuck two 33 cent stamps on the front and clipped the the letter to our mailbox.
Negotiations are underway for a nicer version of my note to go on the thermostat. (Kathryn)
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