Snail to the Mail

Sorry for the radio silence folks, I was sick, then on break, then just a ball of laziness.
But if you'll allow me a few minutes, I'd love to brag on my little big brother for a minute.

I love getting mail.  Talk to any college student and they will tell you that getting mail is like  . . . I can't actually think of a good enough metaphor so you'll have to trust me that it's simply the best. And if it's a surprise? Even better.
Well the other day, I opened my mailbox and not only was there an unexpected letter, but it looked like this.

Can you tell how excited I am? (Excuse the awfulness of the photo, I was getting sick and I took the photo with my computer)

It was colorful, and unexpected, and magical, and glorious. I was that annoying girl walking through the SAC (student union, for you non-grovers) saying "I just got a letter", "How is your day? I bet my day is even better because I just got a letter." "Guess what I got in the mail? A letter." "Hi, we've never met, but my name is Hannah and I just got a letter."  Honestly it was a little pathetic.

Now I haven't actually responded to the letter . . .  (sorry, bro) but I'm pretty sure I have the best brother ever. 

And in case you are curious about what he looks like, he thoughtfully included a pretty accurate self portrait. 

So a big shout out to the most creative, buff-est little brother. 

Also, I seem to have mysterious been added to some questionable mailing lists and have been opening my mailbox to some weightlifting magazines, pregnancy pamphlets, and wig magazines.  It's a fun game of what weird piece of mail will I get today. So kudos to my mysterious benefactor.