Mail Box Walk

The most wonderful part of my day yesterday was walking to the mailbox with Will.  It was 50 degrees, sunny, and quiet in our neighborhood (by the way, "neighborhood" is yet another word that doesn't follow the "i before e" rule. Tsk tsk). 

After our lovely walk, I went to work.  Work is not sunny, quiet, or 55 degrees.  Work is 87 degrees, fluorescent, loud, and often times aggravating.  I wish someone would pay me to walk to the mailbox...I would like to do that for a living.

I like Will's shirt.