Walked out to the mailbox yesterday afternoon with a spring in my step, happy in the knowledge that with the election over, the junk mail would be drastically reduced if not altogether eliminated... only to find five, count 'em, FIVE, catalogs. Ho ho ho, 'tis still the season to fill the recycling bin.
At least none of these were calling the other ones names. ("Anthropologie wants you to know that Coldwater Creek is FAT!")
On second thought, that would rule.
Margie

