Little victories.

With my many adventures last week – including wearing the same sweater twice in one week, splitting my thyroid pills with a knife because my prescription is up and I don’t have a doctor’s appointment until next week, and pretending that I’m a good girlfriend even though My Guy basically planned his own birthday celebration (including ordering and buying the tickets to the comedy show he wanted to see) – well, with all of this in mind? I’m opting for a low-key, low-effort weekend.

Actually, today is my favorite day of the holiday season. Today, I went shopping for the family I adopted. Because shopping for toys for a 9-month-old is fun. And I know the mom didn’t say he needed clothes, but there was the cutest little sweatsuit at Target, and spending another $8 isn’t going to make much of a different to my finances but will make my heart glad.

So, there’s that.

And I’ve been picking up around the house, including the pile of mail that threatened to destroy us all. My name is Cha Cha, and I have a problem dealing with mail.

And I’m ashamed.

I flip through it to see if there’s anything good. Then, I pile the remainder and ignore it until a massive mail effort, like tonight. I watched White Christmas and dug through a mail pile where I found the typical two-month-old mail. And also a receipt from getting my car serviced in December 2008.

Any suggestions for dealing with mail? I have used the “toss it in a bowl” approach for most of my adult life, but that’s obviously not working. Ideas?

In exchange for your kind suggestions, I offer you the fruits of my most recent labor – downloading photos off my camera. There were 99 photos, and 86 of them were of Foxie Doxie and Lil’ Frankfurter.

Again? I realize that I have a problem. I do.
But can you deny the cuteness?

No, you cannot.

But the mail – seriously. What works for you? I need to be adequate in at least one area of my life.
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