Postalicious

First, a poem:

Handsome Richard, Hi
Do not run away from me!
Do I smell Funny?

Mom says you like me
I want to get to know you
I can't, when you leave!

Had a great evening with my brother who I told I would not be trying to play mother for, since he needs a big sister more than another parent. Fly, my birdie, fly.

My aunt sent me the meme about suing one word to describe the person who sent you the email. I sent her "cheerful" she sent me "Brave"

The answer to this is the following. "really? I don't feel brave, I feel like a big chicken that would like to hide, but has to cross the road in order to pay the rent." Somehow, I think I have found the meaning of life. (Again I find it every few years. Then it changes. The original definition remains the same, but with new ones added on. You know, because life is always changing)