Dear Karen-
So does "cut the string" refer to the string you had to pull to make the doll talk? Better to cut that than the doll's hair, I say. Haven't we all taken scissors to some poor, unsuspecting doll's hair at some point? Bless their little plastic hearts.
Speaking of hair, mine has turned horrible all of a sudden. I don't know if it's stress, the weather, my constant hat-wearing or some combination of all of those things, but it just won't do anything. I've got a ridiculous amount of baby hairs in my part and since they all appear to be coarse and wiry, I haven't got a hope in the world. I'd have a nice selection of hats if the weather wasn't so horribly hot. Remind me never to move to Arizona.
So we are now in the Constant Vigilance stage of home showing readiness. I don't like it much. I am quite ready for someone to make an offer RIGHTNOW. Apparently we do have someone who is interested, but he had to go out of town today and won't be back until the first week of September. However, he's interested enough that if someone else makes an offer before then, he wants to be notified. I think that's a good sign. I'd think it was a better sign if he'd signed papers for an offer before he left town, but what are you gonna do?
Oh, by the way, your birthday present probably won't be there by your actual birthday - but look for it next week!
Love,
Julie
P.S. I finally broke down and bought myself Croc sandals like yours, except all black. Now my feet are happy.
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Hey! It’s good to see that my two favorite bloggers are back in the saddle. I’ve missed you two.
Julie spoke of her hair being horrible all of a sudden. I get a hair cut every Saturday…EVERY SATURDAY! That’s a lot of barbershop banter, folks. I have to say that I learn a lot whenever I go to my favorite barber…the barbershop humor in “Coming to America” has nothing on this establishment.
I played a cocktail hour gig this past weekend, and at times I thought of each of you ladies. I thought of Julie when I played “Field of Gold” by Sting and I remembered a conversation we had way back when about a Sting song called “Seven Days”…and of course, the night wasn’t complete without my playing “Baby I’m Amazed”, which makes me think of Karen.
Well, I just got finished cooking a few items that I will use for future lunches and dinners (I so anal that way…but it works for me). You two have a wonderful evening!
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