TPAM has a pair of red sequined shoes & wears them on Saturday nights as she watches The Wizard of Oz, anxiously awaiting the last scene when she can jump up, pretend she's Dorothy, click her prized ruby slippers 3 times, whispering, "there's no place like home. there's no place like home. there's no place like home!"
I can so imagine you doing this, Aggie!
(would you take a pic for us? '-)
Our mailbox is screwed to the wall directly to the left of our front door, out on the porch. And it can be a damned long distance from the front porch back through the front door, when the stars have been improperly aligned...I speak from experience or something.
TPAM knows all the constellations...The Big Dipper, The Crusty Old Salt, The Maidenform Bra Model, Hossenpheffer the Stewer of Wild Game, Pisser quad Moerer (the Snivelling Little Shits), Pathogea the Bringer of Dysentery and Ralph the Wonder Llama.