Magical Presents

There are those things that you find in stores or on the internet that make you jump up and down with glee, that make you so happy you could almost keep a smile on your face all day. Today my item came in the mail and as I raced to the front to sign for it I could have hugged the middle aged mothball smelling delivery man, instead I hugged the beaten package and skipped back to my desk. Tearing open the package like a kid on Christmas morning, I pull out my magical item, a stamp that is going to make my wedding mailing life so much easier and the first thing that officially has me permanently linking my name with Mr. Rogue’s. Such a simple stamp with our return address was successful enough to keep me happy all day. This poor stamper is going to be out of ink by the end of the year but when I go to bed with my hand cramped in a permanent writing style from addressing hundreds of envelopes I will be able to think GOD because without my stamper it could have been SO MUCH WORSE, seriously if I had to write all the return addresses also I should just volunteer now to chop my arm off. Sometimes the best things in life are really cheap. I know this puppy will pay for itself a million times over and therefore in shopping terms they are basically PAYING ME to get it.