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Two weeks ago, I put some of my extra school pictures in an envelope, sealed it up and sent it off to Blue Ridge, Georgia to my grandparents. I addressed the envelope to my grandmother, which basically guarantees a thank-you note...Mama is a Southern Lady and so I fully expected the generic, floral-patterned thank-you card that promptly showed up in the mail four days later. What I didn't expect was for my grandmother to slip effortlessly from expressing her appreciation in her flowing blue script to giving me this gem:

"We caught a flying squirrel in the attic a couple of weeks ago. It made so much noise it actually sounded like a person in the attic. It was trying to get off the large glue trap and chewed most of its tail off. We haven't got anymore, so maybe we got all of them."

I anxiously await the day I can get away with slipping things like that into thank-you notes.