If Post It Notes Could Talk...

Believe it or not, we Post It notes have feelings. We live to have our itch scratched with pen or pencil. Everyone wants to feel needed, right? We’re no different, and I believe we’ve become extremely needed in society. I’ve got to say, though, that one of the scariest parts of fulfilling our role in life is…where in the world will our owners stick us?

Some Post Its have it easy. They get to sit around on a desk waiting to be used as reminders or messages. ‘Don’t forget to phone so and so’. ‘Mr.Whosit called’. Or even something cute like…‘Mom, I’m out of toothpaste and deodorant’ or ‘I love you, darling’. Sometimes they get to leave the house with a simple little list written on them. I must tell you, however, that a sweet friend of mine was taken to the grocery store and saw a dead body in the milk case. Poor dear hasn’t been able to stick to anything since.

Now that I’ve mentioned a dead body, I’ve got to tell you that some of us Post Its get used in much different ways. Take my owner, for instance. Miss Casey Alexander considers herself a savvy sleuth, but she wouldn’t be able to solve a thing if it weren’t for me. She crams me into her purse, painfully bending up my corners, and I live there until she yanks me out to write herself a note. And the notes she writes! Goodness. If my corners weren’t already bent, her messages would certainly make them curl. Murder suspects. Descriptions of dubious characters. Possible methods of foul play. At times it’s almost enough to melt the glue clean off my backside. I hang in there, though. And people have the nerve to call me yellow. I’ll have you know I’m Canary, thank you very much.

But I digress.

The locations Casey places me after writing her messages would make those fancy fluorescent Post Its turn pastel. I’ve been slapped onto windshields, dashboards, even stuck on someone’s face. Then she gathers all of me up and shoves me back into her purse until she needs reminders of the evidence she’s acquired. But I’d do it all again for the sweet Miss Lydia Alexander. Her death was a tragedy, and I would bend over backwards to help Casey solve the mystery of WHERE THE TRUTH LIES.

I do get to carry fun messages…like this one for instance:

Janelle Mowery began writing inspirational stories in 2001 and has since written several historical novels. One of those novels won first place in the San Gabriel Writers’ League ‘Writing Smarter’ Contest in 2005. Two other novels were finalists in ACFW’s Noble Theme Contest.

Born and raised in Minnesota, Janelle now makes her home in southern Texas. She and her husband of nineteen years have two teen sons. She hopes to encourage others and plant seeds of faith through her entertaining stories. Janelle and her family are active members of Sandy Point Bible Church.

Now, back to the business at hand. What about you? What stories could you tell about odd messages you’ve conveyed or weird places you’ve been stuck? Come on. Don’t leave me hanging here by myself. Open up and share your story, because as you know, we Post Its need to stick together.