Long Time Gone

Dear D (sorry /FW, no time on this visit)

You're big and I'm glad Lawry did all of the driving while we were there.  I like you and all the stuff you have, but you know... you can calm down on it a little if you want.

Dear State Fair of Texas,

I'm not crazy on fried things, but buffalo chicken in a flapjack? WIN.  With maple syrup or with ranch, equally favorite.

Dear Lawry,

I would not equally share my Fried Autumn Pie with anyone else.  Okay, that's not true, but I like sharing it with you the most.

Dear Rangers,

My husband wrote you a celebration song.

Okay, also false.  He was just playing around with his new guitar.  In fact, this post features three of Lawry's loves: Michele, guitars, me.  In a different order.

Dear Michele Norris,

I love you, but this is why you are Lawry's dog.  This right herre.

Dear Kneverenzes,

I have a dream.  It involves a little extra divine providence on the hubbies' higher educations.

Dear Cambranos (Castro AND Zambrano... why hasn't this crossed my mind before?),

I await Thanksgiving and the world's best turkey.

Dear Lawry (es justo y necesario que recibas dos),

Do you want to go married camping with me?  FaceTime me.  Because I am the master of an ePhone now!

All of yoursen,

MJ