My kingdom for credit card spam...

I've felt something was odd for the last few months, and today it hit me what it was. In my new life, I can only check our mailbox with adult supervision. Doesn't it seem weird that a responsible, tax-paying woman can only go to the mailbox if her husband is home? What kind of weird restrictive world do we live in, anyway? Or rather, what kind of communist society doesn't allow WalMart to make duplicates of the only key we've got? I've got needs, people. Serious, burning, mailbox needs.

Also, a serious need for more sleep than I'm getting. Can't you tell?