Howdeeeeee
Houston, the eagle has landed.
Bubba is unloading the car and I am glaring at the pile of laundry so hard that it just might get up and wash itself. I need to go to the grocery store, pick up Truman – boy howdy, I missed that little guy – meet a deadline for one of my paying jobs, work my shift at the headquarters, get out an email blast for Silver Democrats and I seriously doubt that damn laundry is going to wash itself no matter how much I cuss at it.
I’ve got a bunch of stories for you. But first I have to go through 2,846 (no kidding!) emails left on my server. I am highly likely to delete them all and start my life all over again. So, if you sent me something real important and I didn’t answer you from my iphone, send it again.
See you this evening!
Welcome home. If we were in Houston ourselves I would come over and do your laundry.
1Welcome home! Lots of petting on Truman will be required.
2In case you delete my message saying I love you, here it is again. Juanita Jean, “I love you.” Not enough to do your laundry but definitely enough to visit you each day.
3I happen to have a true Truman (Harry S.) story. A friend of mine attended Grinnell College in Iowa from about 1963-1968. She was an honors student and was assigned to escort former President Truman when he was at the College for a speaking engagement. I have never tried to figure out how old he was at the time, but he was probably 4 times as old as the students. Following the speech she asked him what he wanted to do, assuming he probably wanted to get a bite to eat or maybe just go back to his hotel and sleep.
He asked whether there was somewhere he could hang out with some of the students. She took him to a party at a friend’s apartment. He chatted, told stories and listened to theirs until the wee hours. By that time he had drunk them all under the table and finally asked to be taken back to his hotel.
I wish your Truman the same zest for life.
4I tried to restrain myself while you were gone. The last one was just to make you smile. Welcome home and no I’m not going to do your laundry either. 😉
5Glad to see you safe home. Can’t wait to read your adventures!
6What daChipster said! I’ve noticed in the last coupla days that all kinds of spam have been leaking into my email account. There are almost no pearls among the dreck but, then, I’m not JJ. So, I won’t suggest just deleting it all.
The laundry will wait and so will some of those emails. Our Prez is enjoying a healthy lead over Mittens (I just can’t WAIT for those debates), and you don’t hafta kill yourself in the next coupla days. The Rethugs seem to be doing your job for you. Tee and then a Hee.
7I’m glad you two got home safely. We missed you at the Beauty Salon and look forward to more of your stories.
8I got my postcard in the mail today–thanks a mint!
9I loved the Truman story, Mr. B. And JJ, if I lived anywhere near you I’d come do your laundry but I don’t and it’s prolly done by now. And I have to ask, who’s Truman? And thanks for the purty postcard. I was amazed and honored.
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