Oh happy day! Ron the mailbox man installed our new HOA-approved mailbox and post a few days late (after the big party for my grandparents), but we are tickled pink none the less. Our old mailbox was sad, sad, sad. I was embarrassed for my friends to stroll by it in their strollers. My GrandPoppa will most likely curse the fact that Mama let them just take—yes, I said it—"take" away the old box and wooden post. I'm quite certain he would have wanted it for his collection of re-usable stuff that often takes him years to re-use, as I understand it. Admittedly, I was torn as to whether or not to attempt to clean out my toy box for him and store it. We pack rats like to stick together...it is almost our duty to pass on what we know another may cherish. However, the fact that it wouldn't fit in a Camry trunk for the trip back to Savannah (well, that's what my Mom said anyway), combined with the gross factor I witnessed on the bottom of the post as it was plucked out of the ground..well, it all added up to nix-a on the rotten-a. Sorry GrandPoppa! We still love you....
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