Dear St. Casserole,
Last Saturday, I went to Mr. Cruthird's Cut n' Curl for a new perm.
His new girl, Fern, put the wrong solution on the rods and I look like trash. She kept saying that I needed a new look which I do not. You can tell from my picture that my usual perm is just fine.
I told Beulah Lynch where you are. She said, "DON'T TELL ME that niece of yours is out-of-town again!" She gets such a charge out of you! She worries that Mr. C. and that little one of yours won't know who you are when you get back home.
I know you are enjoying being on the Big Church grounds, singing with your preacher friends, eating food you didn't cook and acting like you belong up there.
Don't forget where you are from and what you are about. When your Mama passed, I promised to keep my hand on your shoulder so you'd have a wise woman to watch over you. My dear, it's been a pleasure and I'm proud of you. Now, go home.
You've got plenty to handle in your own part of the woods without skipping off to see your pals and learn new songs. You can learn plenty just by being at home and keeping your eyes open. I saw the pile of books in your study and on your bedside table when I dropped by to give Mr. C. the rest of that chocolate pound cake we had at the Ladies' meeting.
I've got to run. I've got a chicken salad to make for the Smith's. Her sister-in-law's brother is about dead over at the hospital. We are all worried sick.
Lovingly,
Aunt Bostick
P.S. One of your friends wrote to ask if I'd get my own blog. Maybe in the Fall, I'm too busy now.
6 comments:
Aunt Bostick,
I noticed your picture wasn't posted this time. Just use the same picture - don't worry about the way your hair looks now.
Will you be the matron aunt of RGBP if you get a blog?
your pseudo niece, cat
Dear Aunt Bostick,
I'll bet you look much better than you think in your new hairdo.
Your own blog is a fine idea. At the very least, an advice column for all your calabash family out here.
Dear Aunt Bostick,
Once in a while you need to let us watch over St. C. She is fine up at the Hogwarts Meets Jesus School of Preaching and Singing.
I met Mr C a couple of weeks ago, and he seems like a man who can take care of himself just fine, and the young one, too.
Don't throw a hissy when St C runs off next month, to the Fiesta de Homies. I promise all the snow up here in The Wild North will be gone, and I have chosen a hotel with no Parking Lot Girls this time. I will take very good care of her. She will have a ready supply of diet cokes, not like on that ship where they cost $8.75 each.
Love,
Your Adopted Niece.
Dear Aunt Bostick,
Don;t worry about the 'doo'. I'm sure no one would have the bad manners to comment and if they did, I bet you'd have a clever but polite comeback.
Am dying to taste your cookin'. How well does it travel?
Lastly, although your delightful "sewin' so of a niece" has been travlin lotz and will be with 2 absolute derelicts again in May, I thought I'd ask your advice now on what sort of 'tat' would look best on St. C's pink skin.
She's not large enough to write Lectionary Homiletics Conference 08on any apendage.
Yours in ink,
The naughty northener.
Dear Aunt Bostick,
I just wanted to say THANKS for coming over to my place in the night. I needed that!
Does your niece know you travel to other computers this way? :)
Aunt Bostick...
I HATE it when that happens.
Yours to quick hair growth...
Deb
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