“Oh yes, wait a minute Mr. Postman
Wa-a-a-it Mr. Postman

Please Mr. Postman look and see
If there’s a letter (oh yeah) in your bag for me
‘Cause its been soooo long
Since I’ve heard from that boyfriend of mine”

I’ve always loved this song originally sung by the Marvelettes (redone by the Carpenters) but now… now, it has a whole new meaning.  Last night as I checked my mail I learned two very valuable lessons: check your mail more often and always remember who has your spare key.

There’s been a recent prank of sorts going around the group where we place an unmentionable item somewhere in someone else’s belongings, only to wait until they discover this item, and then laugh about how they discovered it.  The first victim was Mary.  The item had been placed in her suitcase back in MARCH.  In AUGUST, she had the unfortunate experience of having her suitcase checked by security after they noticed what they thought was a “large liquid”.  She of course was on vacation with Andrew’s family.  HA!  When I received a text stating her bag had been searched and we were no longer friends, I don’t think I’ve ever laughed harder. 

I then knew that my turn was next.  So, I was trying to keep my eyes peeled of any suspicious activity.  Last weekend, I saw her try to put it in the back of my car and called her out on it.  She claimed she didn’t know what I was talking about.  Whatever.  Fast forward a week later when I decide to check my mail for the first time in over a week.  I’m about halfway through cleaning out the crap mail in there when I find something turtle heading out of the clutter.  O.M.G.  At first I was surprised.  Once I got over the shock of what I saw, I laughed.  I proceeded to call Mary and without saying anything when she answered I just started giggling and within 2 seconds she was giggling, too, because she knew what I had just found.  We laughed hard for about two minutes.  I’m not sure whether or not my mailman giggled the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, or sixth time he saw the item, but I am pondering the idea of leaving him a carton of milk to help smooth things over.

Now that the ball is back in my court, no pun intended, I can relax as I begin to plot the next attack.  Right now I’m brainstorming…