I'm Gonna Sit Right Down

I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and
Write Myself a Letter


I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter,
And make believe it came from you.
I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet
They're gonna knock me off of my feet,
A lot of kisses on the bottom,
I'll be glad I got 'em.

I'm gonna smile and say,
"I hope you're feeling better,"
And close with love, the way that you do.
I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter,
And make believe it came from you.

I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter,
And make believe that it came from you.
I'm gonna write words oh, so sweet, yeah!

Lotta kisses on the bottom,
I'll be glad I got 'em.
I'm gonna smile and say,
"I hope you're feeling better,"
And close with love, the way that you do.

I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter,
And make believe it came from you...


I'm gonna sit right down
And write myself a letter,
And make believe it came,
Make believe that it came from you!

Painted Mailbox

I've been wanting to repaint our old mailbox for a long time. It had belonged to Eddie's uncle and when he moved to go to a nursing home, he gave it to us. It was really old and peeling paint. Eddie got some paint and painted it black and he asked me to paint some flowers on it. With all the hot, humid weather we've been having it's really hard to find a good time to do something like this without sweating to death. This morning was so cool and wonderful that I decided to go ahead and paint it. I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was a quiet morning and all I could hear while I was painting was the sound of a rooster crowing in the distance. Music to my ears. The following pictures are the result: