Thursday, January 8, 2009

Careful what you wish for...

So.... it has been a while since I've posted. Well, you didn't need me to tell you that, but I guess I needed you to tell me.

I was talking on the phone this evening with some dear friends of mine, and both husband and wife commented on my need to blog (almost a month since the last post - I was really hoping that Chrismon story would keep you occupied). I expressed my apologies and offered some excuse about being busy (work, wedding, etc...).

After finishing the telephone conversation, and instead of blogging (with a lack of clever topics jumping to mind), I continued working on entering names and addresses into a database for the correspondence for our upcoming nuptials. We're getting the information together for the calligrapher for the invitations as well as in anticipation of printing address labels for the Save the Date cards (which Rachel was only a little annoyed when I started calling them STD cards - actually she thought it was funny). There was a random Texas address that I didn't have in my address book, on facebook, in a phone book, or in my collection of the past few years' Christmas Cards, so I went rifling through a desk drawer to find a card that I knew the Texas addressee had sent this past year. Along with the Texan's card, I found a lovely handwritten letter (on two sticky notes) from the wife of the couple to whom I was talking earlier, the very same person that was encouraging me to blog again. This note, which was taped to the front door of my friend's house to let me know why she wasn't answering the door, is at least six years old.



This note helps to explain why I love this couple and use the adjective "dear" to describe them. Hopefully they won't mind being the topic of this blog post (but they asked for it).

Thanks to all you great friends who keep me laughing.

4 comments:

Ali b said...

That is Great!!!!!

Amber said...

That's funny.....wonder who else read those notes and DIDN'T go in and murder her....hmmmmmm....

Aaron said...

I like the fact that she signed the second note.

The FitzWilliams said...

That was written when I lived in Castle Heights, the Little Rock version of Melrose Place. The second note was for my Castle Heights mates - the gay roommates who were always either fighting or making up, the sweet Southern girl and her very secretive Sugar Daddy, the alcoholic middle aged divorcee, Crazy David - the man with 10 cats who never spoke and avoided eye contact at all times (the note was mainly for him), the up-and-coming newspaper reporter, and the yuppie Democratic operative. One can never be too careful.
MLW