I am in heaven, in a dressing room at Nordstrom, at South Point Mall, while Tinalynne tries on clothes.
There is a padded bench, thank God, and I am lying down because I am wiped out already.
We are the only people shopping right now so we have the undivided attention of the sales lady.
Heaven, heaven heaven!
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Perfecto!
Hope you have a wonderful time with Tinalynne, dear Karen. It's fun to picture the two of you out shopping at Nordstroms.
Love, Jeannie
VIP shopper :D) You deserve it. You are in my Prayers.
Love,
Ned
I have thought of posting many times, but I can never remember my Google password. This time, I am determined to figure it out!
I'm glad that Tinalynne has flown out to be with you. I remember you telling me about the support that you gave to her when she needed it most.
I miss talking to you. I miss your jokes and your laugh. I miss asking each other questions. It's not the same without you. I wish that I was there to offer you more concrete support.
You are an amazing woman, Karen.
Delpfine
Hi:
Glad to hear that Nordstrom's was a day out and, hopefully, a successful one at that. Keep up those good spirits. We're all rooting for you. I'll give you a call during the day to just say Hi.
Luv ya!
Gerry
about the hierarchy .....never mind. it's all good. we miss you. alex
Hi Karen,
Sally and I are thinking about you and Lou.
Here's a quick one - my very favorite:
What do you call a boomerang that doesn't come back?
A stick.
Bob Cross
Jaysus, it takes me about two departments in your average Nordstroms-equivalent with Kathy and Diana (my 10 y.o.) before I'm lying down, prostate, nighty-nite. I've gotten some pretty quality catnaps in that scenario. I suspect management is calling the police asking if they can remove the scruffy-haired old guy *just* before K & D arrive, providing me he's-with-them legitimacy and the prospect of my VISA in return.
I'm thinking there may be some nitrous compound in the a/c. Exhilarates the girl-folks into shopping for more, and wears the men-folks into "yeh, whatever you want" submission.
Of course, that may have different effects on post-nuclear-age family units. Bet they've thought of that.
Love from your friend on the island of broken toys (Martha's Vineyard),
Wayne (and Kathy and Diana)
Ha ha ha no more hierarchies for me!
Thanks for all the hours we spent together, with you teaching me what I needed to know. I always felt very lucky to be a part of your team, Alex.
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