Truth Is Thursday...

Truth is... I totally forgot to post this, so I thought I'd share it today.  Enjoy!

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Ever wonder what you would see if you drive into every neighborhood of a town that's 43 square miles?

No?

Well, then skip this one, because that's what you're getting.

As a mail lady, I have seen many a crazy looking dog... one rottweiler/ golden retriever mix comes to mind.  Seriously?  I didn't even think the gene pool could mix like that, he looks exactly like a rottweiler but with the longest, shaggiest hair ever. ...as well as some crazy looking people... remember the naked man? (Click here if you don't).  Many of these things go unphotographed because, well, I'm working people!  I don't have time for clicking pictures all over the place. And the naked guy would probably kill me if the seriously aggressive dog didn't eat me first. 

But this week, I took my time for 'y'all and snapped a few photos.

As expected, I saw plenty of mailboxes.  Some that looked like this...

...and this...

...other's disguised as a cow....

....and other's who's bills need a stern guardian...

But there's other things to see on the mail routes as well.  Like attack chickens, angry geese, (Really, Angry Birds have nothing on these guys) and angry horse farmers...

Who really just want us to slow...the...heck....down.

Then there's Rapunzel's castle...

Really.  It's a bunch of old stone castles out in the middle of the field.  I don't think any one's trapped inside them though, although I do on occasion hear a certain prepubescent boy out there practicing his saxophone, no doubt having been banished there by his parents who have had enough of the squawking and off key melody.

Then there's the really hidden gems, way out in the middle of no where, so lost to civilization that the STOP signs and speed limit signs are aged beyond recognition, yet the decorated paper paper plates nailed to the  trees over a 1/4 mile stretch, survive every force of nature known to New England...

Seems B-I-L-L-Y A-N-D S-U-E really wanted to wish their Mother a happy birthday.


Some times I have to go down unexpected streets, normally not traveled, to deliver packages. On one such occasion I found this...

I have to report that I am no closer to finding house number #114 as I am Babylon.

And of course, when you are really, really out in the back woods, there is always some idiot who dumps a mattress off the back of their truck in the dead of the night, leaving the locals to clean up the mess.  In doubt, these owners decided to recycle it...

Because nothing screams "Look at me I'm white trash" team spirit like an old 1970's flowered mattress graced with a giant "B".

I also found the best use for recycling old wine bottles ever...

See the fence around the flower garden?  It's upside down wine bottles.  Just don't get too close with the lawn mower. I sure home the Mother is home from Rehab by now...

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