As nice as we sound, we can be terrible people sometimes. Terribly hilarious, that is!

Actually, here's the thing --- my confession of the weekend. Sometimes when other people's mail comes into our mailbox, I'll take it. Particularly if it's magazines. It's such a nice surprise to open up the mailbox with little hope for seeing anything other than the empty metal walls, and POOF! there's the latest issue of Rolling Stone.

We never end up keeping them permanently --- that's just cruel. And as shocking as it may seem, we do have SOME morals. Instead we'll spend a day or so looking over the articles, enjoying the issue, then return it to the "Misdelivered" box in the mailroom.

Is that so bad? I keep thinking that the poor boy downstairs is hopping up and down, waiting breathlessly for his new copy of Rolling Stone to arrive, and that extra delay of 24, 36, 48 hours is positively painful for him. But maybe I'm just deluded, and he doesn't really mind that we're sharing the issue. I sure don't mind. But I'm starting to feel a little guilty.

Also, I just realized that what we're doing is probably a felony. And now I firmly resolve to cease and desist. Yikes. Now I'm all sheepish.