A postcard from the vet reminding me that Horton’s due for his next distemper shot next week.
And a flyer for the Maryland Renaissance Festival, with a discount coupon inside.
I wish I could get a credit card in the mail. But nooooo, I don’t have credit in this country yet, despite my great credit back home. 
Good on you, getting that card and all.
I got the lates issue of Consumer Reports. It may not warrant backflips and a triple lutz but there is a little review of that damn Dyson vaccuum cleaner. You know, the one for $400-ish. Yeah well it isn’t so damn great after all. Why does that make me happy, you ask? Because now I have fuel for my argument, that I will have with the SO, against buying one. HA!