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Peanut Head fixed our white trash mailbox last weekend. Isn't it sturdy looking?

I really appreciate all the fabulous advice you all left in regards to the mailbox. I especially loved Kathy's comment as follows:

I say, if you're not friends with your neighbor already, Jill, make friends! Since he is cemented in, I would ask if you could extend a piece of wood across to your post {that would be attached to his post} and then attach your mailbox to that. You might have to take it out of the pot and just have the post be a snug fit between the sidewalk and the wood base piece. You know, enough where you have to use a rubber mallet to tap it into place snug. {This is suggested based on one cup of coffee and a bad night's sleep so I apologize if it is "stupid"!}.

Although our neighbor is a nice enough guy, I could just picture his eyebrows raising over our "reinforcement" using his mailbox. It made me giggle.

I'm happy to report that I'm on Spring Break right now, and so far I haven't done anything productive. It's been pretty great. I had a very stressful and full first quarter and my only goal for this week is to be a slug. I love that goal.

In addition to being a slug, I helped Peanut Head shop for a new ride. Right before we went shopping he said "It can't be white."

Oopsie.

Since I'm on spring break this week, the task of getting plates and insurance fell to me. That meant I got to be in possession of the Peanut Mobile for a day which also meant I had a little fun messing with Peanut Head.

Check it out.

First of all this truck has a six speed transmission, and I've never driven a six speed before. Turns out I didn't even need gears five and six in town. I can drive a stick just fine, but my van is an automatic so I had fun pretending that I had lost all my skillz. 

Oh yeah, and I sometimes curb hop when they're superfluous and in the way. Or my depth perception is off. Whatever. I'm not a fan of night driving.

I edited this screen shot because Peanut Head called me a not nice word and this is a family blog.

That opera? We went to see Hansel and Gretel because Glitterman was playing in the Orchestra. That and we need more exposure to culture around here.

None of us knew that it was going to be an opera. Thank goodness it was all sung in English though. Not that it helped. It was very hard to understand. Like Peanut Head said "Opera is people screaming on pitch."

Stinkerbell did not enjoy it one little bit. She kept asking me "What are they saying?" At times I would lapse into a coma and forget where I was, so that every  time she asked me that question, all 500 times, I would reply "Hang on a minute. I'll concentrate really hard and bring you up to speed." It was mentally exhausting. I can't even imagine what it would have been like if I didn't already know the story.

Apparently Peanut Head doesn't believe that I'm really that irresponsible. What he doesn't know can't hurt him, can it?

You've probably noticed that the text message says it's from "Clark Scott." That's Peanut Head's real name and yes, I know it's weird. I've been married to him for 20+ years and I still can't get used to it.

I've tried to change his name to Peanut Head in our contacts, but when our contacts synch it goes back to the real name. For some reason he doesn't love his nickname. He more tolerates it than anything.

I'm so glad I got a picture of this before he peeled it off. He did not appreciate it one little bit.

It's a good thing I didn't order those personalized plates then, isn't it?

Or did I?