Instructions Not Included

I love my neighbor. She is 82, and she totally rocks! She's had an amazing life and has the best attitude of anyone I know. Yeah, I know you are laughing because you all know I'm sometimes a tiny bit afraid of her. Sometimes I’m afraid of her more than a tiny bit.

I'd post a picture of her here, but I don't have one. Trust me if you saw her you'd love her. She just adores The Mayor. He's her favorite. When he's done something for her, she'll usually bring him a dessert laced with liquor. (BJ says it's rude to throw the stuff away and we should eat it to be respectful, that kid thinks he's so funny.)

Back to my neighbor and The Mayor, I think he loves her too. He's not afraid of her at all. The other day he was putting a new mailbox and post in for her. He got up early to put it in, and this is what I saw:


Yup, that's The Mayor, half asleep READING THE INSTRUCTIONS! I couldn't believe my eyes. I have to say I'm a little jello-ello that he'll do this for the neighbor. My mailbox (which is super cute and that I puffy heart love) leans -- he didn't read the instructions so it wasn't installed correctly and now its the great Leaning Tower (mailbox) of Pisa.

I wonder if I'm going to be 82 before The Mayor reads the instructions for me.