I haven’t been able to lure Mark G. Harris online to smile at me even with summery photos and two-headed Lisa or my special agents.
I’m giving it one final shot.
Tonight, when I took some of Tom’s homemade chicken and dumplings to the hospital, Tim and I improvised a setup so that I could wash his hair. Because he has clean hair for the first time in a week (and I have blue fingernails from his hair dye–which turned the water in the basin a lovely color, by the way), he allowed me to take photos while he was talking on the phone to Jim. Or maybe he was too distracted to strike the camera from my hand and hiss at me.
I chose these particular shots so that Mark will know that the post office was wrong, and the boxes arrived. Thank you, Mark. Have I remembered to tell you lately that I adore you, not only for your generosity, but for all the ways you cheer up Tim? You’re the best.
Thank goodness for BBQ Fritos! Surely Tim will be declared well and sent home Monday! (yes, I called you Shirley). All of the compound sat. office are in my prayers.
That Mark, what a guy! Maybe he’s getting some great wonderful picture post ready for you.
(and that Tim…he can make even a hospital gown look…less horrible than usual.)
I’m such a dummy. I was waiting for you to get it through your head to post me a Boba Fett picture, and you knock a home-run with these, instead. Smiling guy!
Lisa’s right. Nobody at that hospital is going to find out, and feel slighted, so you might as well admit it, Becky: Timothy’s the rockin’est bitch in that place, yeah?
(For some reason, Fritos come in irrationally small bags, don’t they? And this is why I was looking for a fight so, last night… thinking the boxes were lost forever.)
BIG SMILE! Thank you. : )
Thank you. My heart is yours. I love everything you sent. More later.
I can only find the chili fritos! DAMN!! Where are the other ones coming from?
North Carolina. Greg says there’s still one store in NOLA (I think) that sells them. I hear rumors Shannon’s finding them, too, in Tennessee.
WHY do they make us Gulf Coast people suffer? Why?
I wrote Tim another letter tonight, with REAL news in it … you know things that are too personal for my blog. I wish I could have included fritos. I think tomorrow I am going hunting… I might even go to … METAIRIE
Metarie??? you DO mean business, don’t you? LOL
Those rumors are in the mail.
The Fritos people are certainly playing favorites, because we’re suffering in the Midwest, as well.
I’ve never seen BBQ Fritos available anywhere in the metro-New York area either; they may just be a southern thing, like moonshine and the Mandrell Sisters.
Glad to see he’s up and around a bit now, but where is the pic of the blue fingernails?
Sorry, I scrubbed them clean.
Sorry to be late with the comment – I’m sooo far behind!!
Reading all your latest posts – wow! Tim’s been through a lot (well, you too!). How nice to see him sitting up and smiling – best wishes to you both.