ginnypotter777

It all started with particularly muddy mail. I had stepped on it.  Our fat mailman couldn't be bothered to open the mail box that day, so he had simply thrown our catalogs and bills into the snow beside it.  I scowled down the icy road and wondered if that was even legal. After I had shed my many wet layers, I sorely attempted to wipe off the post without smearing the ink.  I gave up after I had one letter dry, because John Hillstine looked like Iolm llllldlne.  Unless Maman didn't care to read her mail, it was useless.  Instead, I took out the wettest of the bunch, the bottom one, and laid the rest to dry on our glass kitchen table.  Upsta