One of the lecturers made a joke and replaced the word 'seminary' with 'cemetery'. The person in front of me immediately replied, without missing a beat - "It's where our old selves come to die".
True story.
Getting packages in the postbox is one of my favourite things in life. Dave sends the best packages (and not just because no one else really sends me any :)) and this time there's a stack of handwritten notes in it. Let's just say I am like, the happiest girl ever. I keep the letters, cards and things in a box, and while I love adding more into it, I wait for the day when we're in the same postcode area and have no more need for postboxes.
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