Here Comes A Vent!

Remember the sound Muttley the dog makes in the Dastardly cartoons from Hanna Barbara when he's muttering? That's me right now.

We purchased this house the day after Thanksgiving last year and moved in officially on Christmas Day. So give or take, depending on which day you want to use, we've been here a year.

Up to today, we've received EIGHT different phone books.

Earlier when I went to take the Pudgy Princess potty (there's a tongue twister!) I almost tripped over yet another one.

Make that NINE PHONE BOOKS then.

Now, we don't even have a land line. We've never had one since we moved to Washington. I don't really see the point when our cell phones serve us well. There's certainly no need for any phone company to drop them off.

I don't even need ONE phone book. I have a computer to look up any number or address I might need (which is rare!)

I do realize there are those that feel the need for a land line, and don't own a computer. They are in the minority - so here's my suggestion:

You're paying someone to drop off the books anyway. How about you help keep the USPS in business and mail folks a pretty little envelope with an enclosed postage paid postcard we can mail back to you if we actually WANT a phone book? Think of the money and TREES you'll save - not to mention Tylenol!

Why Tylenol? Because I guarantee you, if I catch one of these books being dropped off next time, people might want to run as fast as they can....

Just say NO to phone books!