Wait a minute Mr. Postman....

"Don't forget to write your thank you notes." "If you have time to enjoy your gifts, then you have time to show your gratitude." A simple thank you is sufficient at the time but It should always be followed with a card in the mail, at least that's my motto.

I've been a stickler and a nag when it comes to reminding the boys to write thank you cards to those who acknowledged them no matter the occasion.  Now that they are no longer around to hear my constant reminding I have only  myself to listen to.

We're already into the new year and I just recently got around to sending out my own thank you cards. I guess I'm not a very good listener or maybe I just didn't nag myself enough. 

I finally had them written and ready to be mailed but I missed the postman. Determined to get them out, I took the cards and dropped them off at a local drive up mailbox in which pickup would be later that afternoon, assuring me they would still go out that day.

I stopped by The Graduates place to drop off his mail and to give him a card as well. That's when I noticed my card wasn't in the pile. With only his name on the envelope and no return address, I panicked thinking it must have been in the stack of cards I put in the mailbox.

I drove back to the parking lot to the mailbox and went inside the store which houses a small post office. I explained to the lady my predicament and she kindly took my name and number and said she would give it to the mailman when he comes inside to collect the mail. She said he will give it to the main post office and hopefully they will call me when they find it.

Being the obsessive person that I am, later that day I went back to the mailbox hoping to intercept the postman so I can retrieve the card and avoid the hassle of the whole post office thing.

I got there well before his time of pickup and waited for 20 minutes...No postman. I couldn't keep waiting so I put my faith in the hope of getting a call from the post office. What else could I do?

Once I arrived home I parked the Little Red Riding Truck in it's usual spot and as I was walking up the sidewalk, I noticed a card on the ground, the very card I was worried about.

Lucky break on my part and the mailman's. He had no idea how close he came to a crazy woman who would have had him dig through his bag searching for a  little yellow envelope. Or, maybe he did. Could explain why he was late to pick up.