08 August 2006

Aversion therapy for the mailbox obsessed.

Yesterday nature decided to up the ante in the nastiness-in-maibox department. Now not only do I have dead beetles (not Beatles) in my mailbox, but a fair triumvirate of large spiders spinning webs (obviously) and scurrying between envelopes. Dios mio! What does this mean?

The invaders were accompanied by two ho-hum rejections, and many catalogues. I am going off the curds and whey and avoiding the tuffet for as long as it takes.

I will keep you posted on this situation. In the meantime, here's a Bunnykins version of the famous tale. Some days I see everything in Bunnykins, even myself.

4 comments:

Frank said...

Man. Someone should take care of those spiders for you.

What's a girl gotta do to get some spider wrangling done?

Penultimatina said...

He wasn't there today...but the mail was pretty lousy, too.

Maybe there's some good stuff wrapped in spider silk somewhere.

Kyle said...

The best thing I get in the mail are those coupon booklets for local restaurants. Mariachi Coco's anyone?

As a reminder, Loco's is by Marc's and Coco's is in the valley. As a tip I think Coco's is better, though they have the same owner.

Penultimatina said...

Thanks, Kyle! We really need to check those places out. Greg (aka Frank) and I are seriously missing the Mexican food in Chicago.

Or at least I am.

Coco and Loco,

Mary B.