As you might have guessed, Gracie and I are at the post office a lot mailing stuff to people around the country. We're there so much, the weekday post office worker knows her by name. (We know her name, too. It's Barb. We're there a lot, remember.) So today when we dropped off our package, we brought Barb a tin of Christmas cookies. Little did we know, she had a small tin of cookie sticks waiting for Gracie. It's not the first thing she's given us. We've gotten more than a few boxes of used girls clothing from her, too. I guess it pays to be dad's little helper.
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