Most everyone is aware that my husband regularly calls me Lucy, as in Lucy Ricardo (Lucille Ball) and most of my pals know why. I often unintentionally conduct myself the same as Lucy would. There’s never a shortage of oddball behavior on my part. I tend to be clumsy, and almost everything I try to do starts off as a simple task yet, somehow turns into an entire sitcom worth of material.

I’ve been hiking my hind-end down to my mailbox and back each day hoping today will be the day that I get my first piece of mail from my barrelassin’ son who is currently away at boot camp. Today was my lucky day! All of the mothers in the Airmen’s Wingmom group have been posting daily about receiving their first piece of mail which contains all of the graduation information needed to attend the ceremony. Well, my friends, today was my lucky day!! I got the letter. I was so excited and I couldn’t wait to tear it open! I was sure to take a photo of it first for his scrapbook, and then I snatched it up-along with two more letters that for a few seconds, made me even more excited when I saw the address. For a fleeting moment I thought he had also written me other letters as well. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks! I wrote this child a letter and mailed it to myself. And if that’s not bad enough, my husband did the same thing!!

Now, I’ve been to school, and I’ve sent and received mail for many years. I’m 100% familiar with this process and how it all works. The only thing I can figure is that because I’ve been so busy the last couple of months sending out invitations to my other son’s high school graduation, and most recently have been mailing out thank you cards to everyone, my mind must have been playing tricks on me and I was likely a wreck and crying when I addressed the envelope, too, that for some reason I put all of his mailing information on the sender’s designated space of the envelope and my name and address in the receiving party’s designated space. In this particular case, I am the sender and the receiver. I just can’t wait to see what I said. As far as my husband goes, he has a much better excuse. When he told me he had a letter to mail to our son, I showed him my letter on the table so that he could copy the address onto a separate envelope because mine was already sealed and stamped. Naturally, without any thought he has simply copied it the way I had it written out, but you would think between the two of us, one of us would’ve caught this mistake. I guess now I can start calling him Ricky! Luuuuucy!…I’m home!

Have a good one, Barrelassers 🙂