Wondering: Why the postman still only delivers junk mail and bills in my pretty new mailbox? I think he missed the Whole point of the exercise.
Wishing: I could take a decent photograph this Week. For some reason everything is turning out Wonky.
Wasting: Inordinate amounts of time on Twitter. It’s official; I’m a sheep.
Weeping: Over this story. Sweet!
Willing: Myself to go work out again this evening.
Wearing: The same work-out pants I was in yesterday. Hoping Kathleen won’t notice.
Waxing: Sentimental thinking about my sweetie and the new house numbers he put up for me. S i g h.
You’re absolutely right…your lovely new mailbox is even lovelier in the daylight. (I can’t say sunlight because, well, you know….)
It does deserve some very pretty mail…
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I really love it! ~W
Theme posts are fun, but challenging! I am not fond of the letter W for political reasons, but I see Why it fits here.
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Well, I’m partial to the letter. 😀 ~W
WHAT a WONDERFUL post! I love your mailbox and numbers, I loved reading that sweet blog about brother and sister and I’m happy that you have a work out buddy. I have been wearing my yellow flower pants for 2 days. 🙂
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I should send you another pair! Something so outrageous that you won’t dare wear them outside and stay PUT, in bed, with your feet up! ~W
“W”ell it only took me slightly over a year (I think) to put the numbers up. My excuse was that the house needed to be painted first. And then it was that I didn’t have a drill. Of course, getting the new Post box pushed the point – I couldn’t rightly leave “old rusty” out there for fear the postman might get tetanus. Sorry it took me so long sweetie. I’m glad everything is now “W”onderful…
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I adore them!! Thank you. 😀 ~W
So, you made that mailbox? I want one.
How do you define wasting? Just wondering. One could call is a weally good way to meet Hungarians.
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I didn’t make the mailbox. But it is made by an artisan named Juliet!
Wait, he’s Argentinian, not Hungarian.
Oh well.
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*snort* ~W
I like your pictures. They don’t look wonky at all! 🙂 Cute feet on your tangy, zesty porch. Love the mailbox-piece-or-art! I’d have a little discussion with the mailman…um, only money should go into something so beautiful! 🙂 tee hee
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Sadly, just bills these days. 😀 ~W
Oh my…The new post box is so elegant. I didn’t even notice there was a dove on it from the picture you posted previously. I love doves…they love me, and are hanging around constantly. The numbers are wonderful too. I remember buy the numbers for my house, and although it was quite a while ago, I still stop to stare at them lovingly (it’s all in the details baby!)
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It is all in the details. ~W
ohhhh. thank you for blogging me.
I am glad my post moved you. I’m sorry it moved you to tears but alas, you do have a child of your own, so you understand it’s meaning fully.
I love that mailbox and those new numbers!
I want new numbers for my place.
speaking of Letter of the Day(Sesame Street), do you think the mailman or the city would mind terribly if I took a pic of my three kids making each number with their bodies and tacking that up on the front of my house????
how cute would THAT be!?!!!
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Oh, well, it was weepy in a good way. 😀 ~W
I spy a package though, I hope it was something good!
Cute post! 🙂
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I should probably post about the contents of that package. Maybe Monday. ~W
I am so happy you love your mailbox! I knew when I made it that is would be perfect for someone – I am glad you found each other. My mailman has no appreciation for my box either. I think he is just jelous….
Thanks for the post!