I haven't killed any rabbits.

My tin roof is decidedly not rusted. Yet today in the mail, I received this lovely letter from my insurance company:

It's longer, but you get the idea.  Somehow, despite all the recent claims we've sent in for coverage of infertility ultrasounds and blood work, I was included on some master list of incubators. Well, I figure, I can react in one of two ways:

1. In true Sulfa fashion, tear up the letter while grumbling. Bitch about it to Mr. Sulfa, my mom, and all of my friends. Then, call the insurance company and give them a piece of my mind. Finally, laugh at the irony.
2. Choose to believe that the insurance company is, in fact, psychic.

For now at least, I think I'll go with option 2.

This also arrived in the mail today:



That's the front and inside of a card my friend Brigid sent me. Made my day! The inside says:

Praying For Your Miracle

"You're braver than you believe
Stronger than you seem
And smarter than you think."
-Winnie the Pooh

All in all a great mail day!