i have decided that mail is magic

{eye popping poppy nail polish=happy summer}

• you write a little something on pretty paper



• you put it in an envelope and put a sticker in the upper corner



• then you slip it into a little box outside your house



• and the paper travels across the country to someone else's little box



• then they open it and smile and send little envelopes of happiness back or even do this



• and then the other person (me) smiles and feels happy too

therefore, through the transitive property...mail is magic

(my mind at work ladies and gentlemen)