The Affair of the Mailbox

So we've been painting the outside of our house for the last few days. Well, clarification - we hired someone to paint, and THEY have been painting the outside of our house.  The main guy told me that if I wanted to buy new house numbers, mailbox and light that he would put them all up.  I jumped at the offer as if it was left to me and my duck it wouldn't get done.  So I went to Home Depot, and got all the supplies.  The next day we made the sad discovery that the mailbox was too wide for the alloted space.  

Trip two to Home Depot (with all four kids this time).  I had so much selection (one) to choose from, the possibilities were endless.  The mailbox we got had the option to have a lock on it, and a 'metalish' decal that said 'mail'.  I was glad that it didn't come with the decal on it, as I kind of preferred it plain black.

After we got home I took the mail box out and decided we'd keep it, and have no decal.  Later in the evening I was in the basement doing some laundry and Spencer went upstairs to get his toothbrush, and later came back and went to bed.   Well, a couple hours later I went looking for the mail box to show Jim, only to my horror I discovered our mailbox now had a 'mail' decal planted on the front!!!  I yelled "Ohhhh, SPENCER!!"  and went and showed Jim.  After looking at it he said "well, at least he got it pretty centered and level!'  So, because I have no desire to go back to Home Depot with my brood, and the paint guy's last day was today, we decided to stick (haha) with it how it was...