I'm actually pretty miffed that I wasn't asked to be an extra in the movie. For crying out loud, I'm practically a hobbit already: short, stocky, and I already eat like 7 meals a day (2nd breakfast? Why, I don't mind if I do. Elevenses? YES PLEASE). But then logic kicks in, and yeah okay, it makes sense that I wasn’t asked. I imagine it’s bad PR to have headlines like “Rabid Hobbit extra found in Richard Armitage’s dressing room. Again!” or “Lee Pace attacks Hobbit extra because she wouldn’t stop asking him about Pushing Daisies and Wonderfalls!” Then, instead of making a gazillion dollars in revenue, the movie would only make a gazillion dollars minus 5 dollars.
Here is what happened in The Shire this week:
Incoming:
Kay politely requested that Mr. Postman personally deliver the below envelope on a silver platter, and GUESS WHAT? He didn't. I know, I was hoping this story would have a happier ending too. Oh well, I'm drowning my disappointment by visiting Kay's photography blog, Through a Lens. Come join me, will ya?
Marissa went to the Cosmosphere in Kansas and sent me this awesome sauce astronaut postcard. It's definitely one of my favourite postcards! Not just that, Marissa addressed the postcard to Lady Laura at Armitage Place. YAY! Thanks Marissa, Gandalf says that you can pass. I felt very aristocratic this week because I got two Lady Lauras. Maybe I should go take out the garbage lest my over-inflated royal ego makes it impossible to fit my head through the front door soon. HA! WHO AM I KIDDING? I don't take out the garbage! I'm a Lady! Uh oh, danger Will Robinson, Lady Laura has forgotten her humble beginnings! We need some scandal to take her down a peg or two. Pssst! Did you hear that Lady Laura's father was a fishmonger...? *GASP!*
A velociraptor-iffic letter from Sukie. You may remember that Sukie was the intended recipient of the letter that was returned to me. I'm glad to see that it eventually made its way to her, even though it disproves my theory that I possess some sort of wild envelope magnetism. Damn.
This is the mailbox that Post Muse puts her outgoing mail into! Isn't it cool?
Outgoing:
SHARK MAIL for Missive Maven! My shark mail just so happens to be my first handmade postcard as well. Ilona posted about the shark mail saga here and here, and I just wanted to add: it sure is fun finding a shark in your mailbox.
I leave you with the best thing I've seen this week:
It's Canada Day long weekend, so to all the Canadian people visiting my blog: Happy Canada Day! To everyone else, umm... have a happy 2 pm!