Thank you, Susan. Thanks for the pretty Valentine that caught the eye of the gentleman in the postoffice. I saw it before he did. You rock.
Thanks, Cole. What interesting color combinations. Nice composition. Nice handwriting. You rock.
Dodson, D., you outdid yourself. Major props. Where did you find the plates? Tim Holtz? I used mine but don't recall "BOYS RULE." And the name tags are keepers. I held onto mine for such a long time.
You went over the top with Homer, the laughter factor. LOL! Just because he doesn't care doesn't mean he doesn't understand. "Live Life 24/7?" I tried that in my twenties; that's why the new 30s/40s thing never worked for me. *grin* As you can see, I opened the envelope with a key.
OOPS!!! Look what spilled out! Talk about being curious. There's a big C on my forehead. Wow. Where did you get such cool stuff? Those Ls make my mouth water. So many ideas. Such potential. Funny thing about Sunbeam bread. Two nights ago Erin and I talked about how we both tore away the crusts, wadded the bread centers into balls, and nibbled away. She reminisced about bbq sauce turning bread into a soggy river on her paper plate. The best thing to eat with white bread was fried buffalo. Oh, yum! Guess who's hungry.
Brownie Root Beer sounds vaguely familiar. What's "for veterinary use only? Quaaludes? (Had to look it up?) Turns out I'm wrong. Guess my ignorance shows. What's the name of the horse tranquilizer that . . . Sorry. THANK YOU, DODSON! You rock. I bumped you up the mail pole, but only because I don't want to fall behind again.
I'm off to see the Wizard. Wizard rhymes with gizzard.
Oops! I did it again.
A handsome gentleman. Decked out in his Sunday best. No, he's not the mister from The Color Purple, but he was my inspiration. Inspiration, like creativity, comes to those who seek it. I halfway borrowed that line. Remember walking your best friend "halfway home"? No matter. "The biggest memories come from the littlest things." Indeed. Today mine came from the photo of an unidentified male. He has a story. The way I tell it, he's middle class. He thinks well of himself. Haughty? Slightly, maybe? I don't think he's married. He's a womanizer. Aha! Why? Because if he had a wife . . . Wait. I added the alphabet within reaching distance, in case he wants to tell his story on his own. Very well dressed. Hmm. This moment reminds me of a line from Mrs. Minerva, ". . . all minks and no manners." No matter. So. This is my BHM postcard for the day. I rather like it. Have you created a contribution to the memory?