Here's the mail, it never fails... (copied from old weblog)
Today got better as it went on: no-bake cookies (aka cowpies) turned out much better than expected and Chuck took all 15 I made with him, wrapped Laurel's torso in bubble wrap and shot pictures as she played with it, and then... the mail arrived. Someone has an excellent sense of humor and gave me a subscription to FHM.The almost endless gatefold cover of the girls in sci-fi inspired outfits only started my joy. I have no idea who'd do this for me, but whoever it is: you freaking rock. Identify yourself and I'll mail you your choice of baked goods and/or homemade candies.