I've shared an adulting success, so I'm going to keep it real and share a big ol' failure. I have a red brick mailbox right in front of my house. It's not down the street or at the post office - it's in front of the house. It's literally 28 steps from my front door. I cannot seem to check it regularly enough to keep it from becoming so overstuffed that the poor postal worker has to put a nastygram in said mailbox to alert me that the contents of my mailbox is now housed in a plastic crate at the post office. Much of it is junk mail and some of it is bulky packages, but 100% of it stems from my inability to walk 28 steps and get the darn mail at least once every 2-3 days. This last time (July 27) the note proclaimed: "box full AGAIN." Ugh. I'm sorry mail-lady. I'll try to do better. Again.
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