Three weeks ago our national postal system went on strike. At first some mail was moving, but the carriers have been on full strike for a while now. This really peeves me because my mailman is hot. Seriously, sometimes I mail myself letters just so he'll come to my door. I hope things get moving soon because I don't know how much longer I can wait for my Etsy delivery of button soap
or my latest issue of Psychology Today. I read it out loud to Little V at nap time until she's comatose/bored. Whatever it takes.