Over the past few months our mailbox had been slowly corroding.
Buy another one, right?
That would be too easy.
Here's the conversation we had over and over.
Larry: We need another mailbox.
Me: Yes we do. I'll go to Home Depot and get one.
Larry: You need to go online and order one like the one we have...with silk-screened horses on it.
Me: No, we are not getting another mailbox with silk-screened horses. We don't live on a farm.
Larry: But it's the one that came with the house.
Me: No it's not. Someone drove over that one and you made him order one exactly like it.
Larry: But I like the horses on it.
Me: I know you do. You like it because it's the SAME. Same, same, same! I like flowers, but I'm not going to put the same flowered wall paper up in the kitchen just because that's what was in there when you bought the house.
So the mailbox got rustier and rustier, the door wouldn't shut, and I'm sure the mailman was thinking, Come on people, how hard is it to buy a mailbox.
But the other day it finally happened...
The door rusted off.
I hurried to Home Depot. Too bad, I thought, he's just going to have to deal with it.
He did, but it wasn't easy.
I guess it's no surprise that he didn't vote for Obama :)
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