As I sit here trying to wave off a hot flash with some mail that came the other day, I catch a glimpse of a return address. The heat continues to rise as I stop fanning long enough to read it. Yup. It’s for me. There’s my name. Yup, it’s from them. I knew they would eventually find me. If it weren’t for the fact that you might save me some money, I’d say kiss my derriere AARP. 🙂