Double blog, double blog!!! Mad wack, huh? But I just have to share something with you. Cliffhanger and I have this "tradition," you see (and here "tradition" denotes something we've been doing for, oh, we'll say six months, give or take a nanosecond). We send each other things through the mail. Not letters, not care packages, but random hickadowhatsits, like cheap pinkish pencil sharpeners or powder blue kites or peanut butter sandwiches in Ziploc. Why? Because we are bored with all other forms of communication, which we have beaten to death as if they were all dead horse pinatas. Why email when you can express your feelings with a small pumpkin left over from your company's Halloween carnival? Why pick up the phone when a stuffed plush pony, packed in a padded envelope and sealed from inquiring minds, says it all?
Which is why what I received today came as no surprise. That's right, folks, Cliffhanger got her elegantly manicured paws on the National Eating Disorders Association Winter Newsletter. It was, she said, sent to her by mistake, and she felt the need to pass it on to me. What's even funnier than the fact that this newsletter is so chock-full of information that it weighs more than I do is that JUST YESTERDAY, the day after Cliffhanger popped this sucker in the mail, I had an argument with New Boss about whether or not eating disorders are funny. And now I know for sure that they are, because I nearly vomited up a lung when I opened my near-weekly envelope today. It is, without a doubt, one of the best care packages I've ever gotten.
You're welcome.