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Snail Mail.
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It's no secret snail mail surprises are one of my top 25 favorite things. If I were to host an Oprah-esque show the Favorite Things episode would include a lifetime supply of snail mail surprises to be delivered randomly throughout a 50 year spread. Well, that probably wouldn't be feasible considering changes of address and other variables. Anyway, moving on. (also - I'm completely breaking my rule about talking about T - my apologies.)

 This sign came to the doorstep of my urban casa a few months ago. For no reason other than T saw it in SkyMall and thought I'd like it. Uhm? What? Let's break this down.

1) It was unexpected. 2) You are the bubbles to my bath. I'm assuming this is a reference to Mr. Bubble, so that's amusing. 3) He ordered it from SkyMall? C'mon that's just awesome. A little random, but I love random.

The most recent snail mail surprise

Last night, after a long day at work I came home to a random box. For a solid 4 minutes, the box and I participated in a shootout-inspired blinking contest. Clearly, the box won.

Inside the box was the most perfect random surprise. You see, the urban casa is the epicenter of the loudest 'hood in all of Oklahoma City: dogs, sirens, cars, my roommate who cooks and cleans at all hours of the night.

Inside the box: A white noise machine.

He's always keepin' it real, that Dreamboat of mine. Well played, T.

Snail Mail Birthday Surprise!

Man, I love snail mail.

It's honestly the cohesive fiber that connects all things I love into one great package of blushing, smiling, heart-fluttering joy.

I love filtering through junk mail to see a hand-written envelope addressed to me, immediately followed my a questioning of the acquisition of my address. "Am I listed? I don't think my address is on google?"

Mr. James Decker, known by the ladies on twitter as @JamesDecker2006, took it upon himself to seek out my address (from Hannah), find an orange envelope, and send me a lovely birthday card.

Besides the obvious shock factor of actual, in-my-hands snail mail, it was perfect.

Who doesn't love a card acknowledging that one's birthday should be celebrated for a whole 24 hours not merely a night or day? If it couldn't get any better - he didn't just sign his name.

There was some serious thought that went into this card. Guys, this is how you think out a thoughtful gift. Honestly, I love nothing more in this world that to have the simple things.

Also, did I immediately google that to see if Rural Gone Urban was a top result? Do I need to answer?

This guy is good.

On an unrelated (sort of related note) a few weeks ago I hosted #agvodate. #Agvodate is a twitter chat that meets "on twitter" each Tuesday immediately following #agchat. Honestly it's a group of twenty-somethings with agricultural backgrounds who make fun of the dating life. New to the single realm, I jokingly called James out for talking a big game but not following through - thus resulting, in what I would like to think of as, the first acquisition of a date on twitter. 

This date is still TBD; however, I assure you, it will happen, and will be documented through Social Media. 

Thanks, James, for starting my birthday week out on the right note! You rock!