We’ve told you about the Liberta confusion–people think I’m Libby and Libby’s me. It happens in the mail, too. I get mail addressed to Libby at my house and she gets stuff for me at hers. We just laugh. Last week the confusion gods were in fine form. Here’s how two postcards came to Libby’s house (click image to see it bigger). Hope it gives you a chuckle.
