The Largest Ice Cream Cone in the World, and The Disappearing Mailbox

I just had to share this delightful ice cream picture with everyone. My family was all together last weekend for a baby blessing and my sister-in-law gave my parents this amazing collage of family pictures all compiled into a poster. She sent all of the family photos to the place and guess which one they chose to enlarge and feature in the middle of that poster? That is right, this baby. The ice cream cone and I are now, as we should be, the pinnacle of all attention. And so of course the first comment out of every person who saw it was, "Whoa, somebody was hungry" and "Did you eat it all?" and so on and so on. Sadly, I must confess I did not eat all of this, not even with the help of two other friends. Perhaps one day, okay let's be honest, probably never. After all it is one huge ice cream cone.
The next most important event, after this ice cream picture of course, is the happy fact that I'm off track. I officially went off track last week, however, I spent most of the week in a math conference. Which makes it very unofficially. Truly, there is something heartwarming and hilarious about sixth grade teachers earnestly searching for new ideas on how to teach their students that 9 to the zero power is 1, and how to decompose a circle into wedges to figure out area. I must admit these are memories I cannot describe adequately. And so tomorrow officially begins my off track. I had decided to go on some little trips, but then I realized life has been crazy. I haven't really been home for months and might need to get caught up on what is going on here.
Let me illustrate how this thoughtful conclusion came to me.
Yesterday I went out to get the mail. To my astonishment, the mailboxes were all gone. My mind tried to grapple with how and where the mailboxes had gone, and then sheepishly I wondered how long they had been gone.
Next, I sat down to watch a movie. Just as I got settled in I heard, "drip, drip, drippy, drip." I could only take it so long until I began a battle with the kitchen faucet. In defeat, I looked at my roommate who calmly said this had been going on for a month. Who knew?
Lastly, as I was putting away my laundry, I noticed my favorite pink, sparkly sock. Sock as in one, that has been there for a year in hopes that I would magically find the other one in the laundry one day. Perhaps I need to clean out my closet. And the more I look around, the more I realize there is a lot to catch up on here. Of course the first thing on my list is a walk around the complex, the mailboxes can't have completely disappeared.