We've Got Mail

This past weekend was a big one for the Kitzmmers. We were busy ladies. Let's see, a bottle (plus) of wine and wood-fired pizza on Friday night. A 3.7 mile run Saturday morning, followed by installing a new _____________, replacing our mailbox, and exploring our _________________.  

I am sure you have already thought of 15 inappropriate things to insert in each blank (you can make that 16) but we'll be giving you the deets throughout the week.

In case you are wondering about the rest of our weekend, we had more pizza on Saturday with delicious craft beer (we love you, Hops & Pie!) with Kristina's co-worker and her family. We got the pizza with mashed potatoes. Hell to the yes.  We then meet Diane for beers and eventually Jamie and Diane made their way to the Music Bar where they closed that mother down. Sunday we had brunch, because that is what adults do, and then went for an 8 mile run. That is right, eight miles. Like Detriot, but without the rap battles.

But back to home improvements.  We had the monstrosity of a security mailbox pictured above. How much mail do you have to receive to necessitate a mailbox of that size?  (I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack.)  

You have eyes so you can see that it is also ugly.

Let's not forget that it was not even remotely secure. I am not expert, but something tells me that you should not be able to remove the top from your security mailbox. 


So we tore that mother down. (It is just a phrase I am trying out these days, don't worry about it.)  

Holy disgusting, Batman.  There may have been small woodland creatures hibernating behind the mailbox. 

Now we have a new mailbox that is slightly more attractive. It even has a lock in it, but we don't plan to use it. Not so much because we are trusting and believe in the good of people, but because we are lazy. But consider yourself warned: if you try to steal my Crate & Barrel catalogs, I will cut a bitch.