So it happened.  A letter came in the mail today.  From the AARP.  No, it was not addressed to: Resident.  It was addressed to me. My name – not Mrs. not Ms.  Just my name.  I know.   I still occasionally think that I will receive a letter addressed to: Miss.  I even dream think there’s still a possibility of being “carded” at the checkstand buying cooking wine. O, stop laughing.  Stranger things have happened. I  think it must be part of that princess deal.  I don’t know. So, why is receiving that ARRP subscription on my 30 Favourite Things…