|What? That's outrageous. Where do I email my complaint to |
demand they keep bringing that stuff right to my house?
That news coupled with Valentine's Day looming large on the horizon got Helen thinking about playing post office.
|Is she thinking about Bob or is THAT Bob? Just another thing that occupy's Helen's mind.|
Actually I have never played Post Office so you know where I went?
|Off to the store so you could lay around eating ice cream |
because you don't know anything about the subject of your own post?
(Pink Saturday, anyone?)
No, off to Google! Where I can learn about this 'kid's kissing game' from the 40s and 50s... wait, kids kissing?
|Okay, I am not saying it was a simpler time but, a $3.95 white shirt was a sexy Valentine's gift .|
Apparently here's how it goes: Boys in one room. Girls in the other. One at a time the boys go into the girls' room and everyone kisses the boy. When all the boys have been kissed you switch and one by one the girls go into the boys' room and get kissed.
|Is it a sign of age that all I can think of is all the germs being spread with all that kissing?|
Not sure why all this smooching would be called Post Office, but one article said you were supposed to be the mailman asking for payment for a special delivery.
|I haven't sent a Valentine in years but I do wish people still gave dork-tacular cards like these, don't you?|
No word on if you will still be able to play Post Office on Saturdays but Helen suspects nobody has played it in a long time anyway. The closest thing Helen ever experiences is when we get together and all the men go into one room (the one with the TV) and the women in another (where ever they keep the wine)
|You don't think the girls were expecting something bigger than basketball and beernuts for Valentine's Day, do you?|
and the only special deliveries going on are women filling up their mental in-boxes with messages for the men that those men are going to delete unread!