So you see, our mailbox is currently attached to our house. However, this week, construction will begin, and that mailbox, along with most of the house, will be removed and thrown in the garbage. So we have a problem. While our mail is forwarded, many things still arrive at the house. Thank you very much United States Postal Service.
So, we realized that we had better get a regular mailbox put up quickly before construction begins.
We began our journey at Menard's, where we found this mailbox:
I wanted a mailbox. Not a fake house. Not a strange wooden box with a chimney! A chimney! Seriously, I just wanted a mailbox.
Next to the house...they had this fine specimen:
Perhaps the ugliest mailbox I have ever seen. This tops the mailbox turned into a house. Red with fake rope, all crafted out of fine plastic. NO THANKS.
Now seriously, am I just being picky? Or are these horrible??!!!
We then move on to Home Depot, hoping that perhaps they will have a normal, plain looking mailbox. All I want is a plain mailbox. Please. And then we find this:
Which is fine. If you're writing letters to Satan. Is that not the scariest looking mailbox you've ever seen? The owners of that mailbox are creepy to say the least. And it says U.S. MAIL stamped in large bold letters. In a way which really says, "Evil mail arrives here".
So then, we moved on to Lowes. Lowes, the hardware store for Women, right? They will surely have a nice mailbox. Unfortunatly, they did not have this one in stock, but they did have this fine advertisement for us to view:
Oh good! For the mountains of mail I receive, this will allow it all to fall into this fake rock-like plastic box. I am so happy I will have a normal looking mailbox which conceals the 8,000 letters per day which I receive. Now if you need this mailbox, then you are way too important to be reading my blog, and you clearly have appeared on the cover of Tiger Beat Magazine.
And finally, we found one. A normal, suitable mailbox. So we purchased the mailbox, the stake, the digger, the post, the paint, and the brush (to stain the post), and took it to the house. As I was unloading the car, Jeremy wanders around the block. And then I hear...
We then realize that not a single one of our neighobrs in our neighborhood has a stand alone mailbox. After all that, we learn that this neighborhood requires them to be on the house. 3 stores, 100 ugly mailboxes and $140 later, we were on our way back to Lowes to return our purchase.
And we were trying so hard to be good handy homeowners.
But I did snap this outstanding picture of Jeremy in the process...