I have a client named Wanda. Wanda is a business coach operating out of Sarasota, Florida. She is a great person to work with, a lot of fun, and a real nice lady. Ordinarily, nothing makes me happier than to get a note or a card from Wanda.
Until getting today's mail, when I crunched out through the snow to find this postcard:
On the back: "Dear Robert, Thinking of you during my Bahamas cruise. Best wishes, Wanda"
Oh, I got your best wishes. I got your best wishes RIGHT HERE.
(Just kidding. If there's anyone I can forgive for being in the Bahamas while I scrape ice off my monitor, it's Wanda.)