Showing posts with label mail. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mail. Show all posts

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Some more mail!


Our lovely mail person brought me something today as well. When I left for school I found a bright orange postcard on the doormat. That was from a friend who wrote that she had recently been in India and in Iceland, and in both places she intended to send me a card. But as it often happens, on the airport on her way back she realized she didn't do that. So she sent me a card from Turku, where we both live (approximately 3 km from each other.) "It's been sunny here, and it's hard to choose right shoes to wear with the weather. Let's meet sometime soon? I have an old camera too."

That little card made me so happy. Thanks!
(I know she's going to laugh when she reads this. That thought makes me happy too.)

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Rawr is 'I love you' in dinosaur



Today the mailman (well, ours is a mailwoman I guess...well, a mail person) brought me a shiny envelope. Inside, wrapped in a tissue was a little green dinosaur. The note from my father-in-law-to-be said: I found this walking on the floor, I thought it might be yours. Keep your dinosaurs!

Well, I don't think I've ever seen that dinosaur before, but it sure is mine now. One more to my dinosaur collection, even a cute one. What a lovely mail.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

Afternoon irritation

Today I finally made my way to the post office (I was running out of tissues so I had to leave my bed anyway) and was able to send a little something for my partner from


I won't tell anything else yet, as I want it to be a surprise for the receiver. Even though that clerk made me write what's inside the package on a sticker he put on it. 'Surprises' wasn't accepted, so I had to reveal a little. Anyway, I wasn't very exact, so my partner won't know it all in advance. Still, how very annoying. And the value, blah. I just made that amount out of my head cause he was staring at me and I had to write something down. But how to explain for an annoyed postal worker who has a queue of 20 people waiting that 'you know, there are things that are hard to measure in money'? But I hope the custom workers will be happy and let my envelope through. Cause if they won't, that will make two girls very unhappy.

And now I have to wait wait wait to see what she thinks of my gift. Oh, the hardest part.