Jeans, Drugs, & My Dream House

Dear John,

 

I love you, I miss you, and I'd like a gas house egg for snack, please, I have bronchitis, am on Augmentin and Prednisone, and - sadly - will survive. The real trial here is that it hurts to talk. I like to talk. I'm off work tomorrow, which is a blessing. I should feel much better by Friday. I have a Lia Sophia party Saturday morning, so I have to be able to talk by then.

 

Be proud of me. Before my doctor's appointment I went to Christopher & Banks for their 40%-off sale, and actually spent money. Did you realize that the great majority of my wardrobe is 15 years old? I'm watching sales at Kohl's and Christopher & Banks, and slowly remedying the problem. I desperately need jeans, and I'm so hard to fit. Ask Mama about it - she used to make my pants on me. The bootcut jeans at Coldwater Creek fit me perfectly, but I'm trying hard to find something cheaper. No success so far. If you were here, you'd point out that the jeans I'm replacing are from Coldwater Creek and have lasted 15 years, so I shouldn't quibble.

 

Last night I found my dream home. Isn't it perfect? It's everything I want in a house. I'm crazy about it.  I posted it on Facebook, and we decided that all the WFFs are going to move there together. We'll have to add on to the back. And we're going to name it "The Widows' Walk," courtesy of Becky. Last night we all sat on the porch in rocking chairs with cats in our laps, eating cookies and looking at quilts and knitting. We had a lovely time together. There are only two slight difficulties: someone else owns it, and we have no idea where it is. I thought maybe you could help us with that. If you can, please let me know.

 

Oh, and it snowed some today. Nothing stuck, but it clearly was snow coming down, and a bit of sleet here and there.

 

That's all - I guess that's enough for one day. Please pray for me, that I'm better soon. Better living through chemistry! Oh, and don't forget to have my gas house egg ready at bedtime.

 

Adore you,

Joan.