Yes, folks. Yes. It is Dear Mr. Postman’s and my anniversary. This is a special, special day.
I began Dear Mr. Postman exactly one year ago (hence the anniversary). We’ve come a lot way since then…
I started with a letter to Bill Clinton. I had to break the news to him gently that I was leaving him for his wife Hillary. Since then I’ve written letters to large groups of people, to inanimate objects (Dear Vegan Doughnuts is a personal favorite), to objects I wish were inanimate, to animals (varmint) and books and bands and songs and political offices and fruits…
We’ve covered some important issues here, people. And some really, really, really, reaaaaaaally unimportant ones. We’ve ranted and raved and applauded and bemoaned.
A run-down of the most-clicked-on-letters of all time, so far, as of today, so not so much all time:
1. Dear Half-Shaved (Female) Heads (who knew so many people were interested?)
2. Dear New Friend
3. Dear Body
4. Dear Facebook Status Updates
5. Dear Taylor Swift
6. Dear Friends Who Stop Calling Friends Back
7. Dear Religion, Bill Maher, and My Mother
8. Dear Pantsuits and Politics, Dear Living Alone, Dear Woody Allen Movies
9. Dear Leftovers
10. Dear People Who Think Sex and Love Are Unrelated, Dear People Who Hate People Who Read Trashy Magazines
Whew. Y’all better click on some of those, because I hate hyperlinking.
But what we would really like (me and the Dear Mr. Postman) (yes, the blog has feelings, duh) is….COMMENTS! FEEDBACK! Aka interaction. You know, you get to a year, and you’ve been together through thick and thin, and then one night you’re sitting in front of the TV together, not saying anything, and one of you is like, “Pass the chips” and the other one passes the chips and then all of sudden you realize that is the only thing that has been said for the last seven hours?!? Pass the chips?
Chips are awesome, don’t get me wrong.
So if you love a letter, let me know. If you laughed out loud, please please let me know. If you love vegan doughnuts, you ought to try a real one and live a little. Lying to yourself isn’t going to help anybody.
Anyway, I hope you have enjoyed the past year as much as I have. I hope there are more to come. Thank you for reading.
And thank you, Dear Mr. Postman, for being such a wonderful listener.