See this? This is your mail. The mail I carefully, methodically leave for you every day in your neat brown mail bin so that nothing goes missing or lost within our home post office.
I know there is important stuff in there, that's why sometimes in addition to my sorting duties I tell you things like "there's a letter marked post-due," or "I saw some official-ly looking stationery. You should open that one, maybe."
It's sorta funny and cute when I ask you to go through the mail and you scoff, "Nah, I'm done with mail." But the thing is you can't be done with mail - or at least, you can't be done with it yet.
Maybe one day mail will go the way of dial-up modems and cassette tapes, but until then you have mail, good, old-fashioned mail, and you need to take care of it.
And don't ask me to just read/pay/reply to said pieces of mail, I already do - to the pieces addressed to me, stored prettily in my pink mail bin. All that mail pictured here? Is yours, all yours.
Look at it this way, the mail service just axed Saturday delivery, just five more days to go and your mail-free lifestyle is reality.
This is the twenty-eighth instruction in my ongoing series of Instructions for My Husband. Have an instruction for your other half? Email me at anna@randomhandprints.com and be a guest instructor.
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4 comments:
LOL This totally cracks me up, because I have much the same issue. I go a step further, though, and open everything, remove all the junk, envelopes and anything that I can possibly take care of myself. Every couple days something comes that I must leave in his basket. And it is like pulling teeth to get any action taken! Maybe it's in their DNA?
Wait, are you married to my husband? I, too, have a system for him that he does not use. I have a folder pinned up on the wall on the way downstairs to his office. It just keeps piling up and piling up. Then he'll say something like, "have you seen my new insurance card," or something like that. ANd i'm like, "um, yeah, check your pile of crap."
I'm the only one that does anything with the mail in our house. And, yeah, I'm thinking about quitting.
Same thing here. Same exact thing here. Just something else for me to be in charge of.
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