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Murphy or the Leprechaun, Who's to Blame?

I've just come inside from helping Muh Main Man repair (yet again) our mailbox. This would be the new, bottom-of-the-line replacement that we installed just a couple of weeks ago. I'm not sure what it is with us and mailboxes. We just can't seem to keep one standing. I was thinking that Murphy's Law was kicking in because we like the heavy-duty, nice-looking Rubbermaid green that matches our house. But even now that we've replaced our nice one with the cheapest, ugliest one we can find, I came home yesterday to find it too, lying face down on the road with my mail spewed all over the damp ground. The weird thing is, that each time we put it back up, we drive it a bit deeper into the ground, making each replacement sturdier than the last.

I'm changing my theory to suggest that perhaps the Leprechauns are eating their spinach before the big day, and taking practice shots at my house. They haven't stopped at my mailbox. I had the cable guy here this very day checking on my cable line because my digital phone suddenly isn't working either. I've about committed to staying home with the binoculars at the ready until March 17 has safely passed.
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Rochelle said…
I think I'd be about ready to resort to a P.O. box at this juncture!
3/14/2007 5:05 PM
Melanie said…
I love your blog! You are such a great writer! One day when I have some time I'm going to go back and read your archives too!
3/15/2007 5:58 PM
Unknown said…
We have a HUGE brick mailbox solid brik from the ground up, maybe something really sturdy would hold up. I'm thinking Rochelle has the best answer though.
3/17/2007 7:54 PM
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