Going Postal

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We've already established that Spring around here simply means more snow and cold, so lets move on to another topic, shall we?

How about a little "going postal?"
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Just look at these bright blue eyes.  Can you tell, as she sits there eating her "chocklick," that LOTS is going on in that little brain?

Well, it is.

Allow me, please, to digress for a moment - I LOVE me some Chick-fil-A.  I'm GREEN with envy over her little snack 'cause we don't HAVE a Chick-fil-A 'round here.  And no, C-f-A did NOT solicit my opinion nor pay me for this little advert.

Now back to going postal:

The other day Piper decided to write a letter, an actual POSTAL letter, to her Kamma and Papoo.  All the ideas were her own, but her mommy printed in her thoughts so we can all follow.

Once she had it all created - - -
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She slipped into her daddy's work (policeman) jacket and scurried out to the mailbox to mail her letter to us all by herself.
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Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Kamma and Papoo were surprised and DELIGHTED to receive THIS in the mail.

Let me share some of the contents with you:
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Notice Papoo is dreaming of fish.  Well, THAT'S accurate.

I'm not sure why Papoo has boobs and I don't - - - or are those great big eyes he has?  Either way, it is clear that Kamma is rather personalityless next to Papoo.   Well, THAT'S prettty accurate too.
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I can't TELL you how much I love THIS.  Papoo HATES to share with Kamma.  He's always saying, "just get your OWN."  To which I reply, "but I only want a tiny sip!"

Also, since the grans were babies Papoo has held his finger over the end of his straw so he could give tiny sips of "contraban" (like diet coke) to the babies.  THEY LOVE IT and love him for doing it.
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Little does she know that the cross-country skis are FAR longer than that, but it's a good effort anyway.
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OK, this one purely cracks me up.

I don't know WHY my darling little gran has any concept of vampires, but to give them a pig nose is just a hoot, don't'cha know?
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I thought Piper at ballet had a jump rope swinging over her head, but if you look closely at the REAL DEAL below you will see just how WRONG I was.
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And that, my dear bloggy friends, is what I call PERFECTION!
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