This is what results when you mix
Yes, that was my mailbox laying in the street. My neighbor, L, ran into it backing down my driveway last night.
L and I had decided to catch up since we haven't seen each other in a while. She came over for gnocchi and wine. Somehow, the night ended with her decapitating my mailbox while backing out of our driveway. She felt horrible, but I simply could not stop laughing. She offered to pay for the damages, but I let her know the bottle of wine she brought over would more than cover the crappy-ass mailbox.
I forewarned her that this was blog-worthy. L, you were forewarned!
I'd like to make you believe that the death of my mailbox was the result of housewives partying like rock stars at 8:00 pm on a Tuesday night. But no. This was the result of a mad rush home to see the Final and Most Shocking Rose Ceremony Yet on the Bachelor! Come clean, L! You know it's true!
Actually, she did me a favor. That mailbox was ugly as sin.