In which I sound like an old biddy.

I am offended by e-mail thank yous.

There! I said it!

It’s true. If I go to the trouble to do something noble and generous and three-dimensional, I don’t think it’s too much to ask that you spend two minutes and a stamp and send me a damn note. In the mail. Via the U.S. Postal Service.

Now, like all good biddies, I have exceptions. Like, if you’re dead. Or if I was there when you opened the gift.

But other than that? If my grandma continued to hand write thank yous well after she was completely blind, I think you can manage, too.

In other news … I’m starting to feel better, but this fever has obviously gone to my brain.