I just got an email from a high school friend mentioning that she'd found some letters I'd written in a "box of memories" her parents recently gave her. She described them as "cute" and thought Annabel might be interested in them "someday," so she wanted my current address to send them to me.

These have to be high school or at the latest freshman year of college, when I was regularly writing some of my h.s. friends. I'm at once curious and sort of wincing in anticipation of the high probability of embarrassment within.

ETA DH thinks I should consider reading the letters here: [link]

Oh, Sara! So cute!

smonster! So good to see you!

I had lunch with CBD. That was nice since I probably won't see him again until Saturday.

But, I have a headache. I could live without that.

Good grief! Where is everyone? So quiet in here today...

I know! I've run out of television and was hoping for distraction (I'm trying to stay off my feet, even though my toe seems somewhat better)

I do need to get to work, but this headache is killing me. So, I'm procrastinating.

So, not only does CBD like carrots and bacon, but he also really likes my eggs I make for him. Apparently, I make them perfect. At lunch today he went on and on about how much better my eggs are than the eggs the restaurant makes. It was really kind of adorable.

Good grief! Where is everyone? So quiet in here today...

Well I had to run out to the gyno where I had the best visit ever! A piece of her lamp came off while I was in the stirrups and fell between us. She hadn't really been paying attention and she jumped back, startled. She'd thought, for a split second, that it had shot out of ME.

Then she told me the story about a former patient who'd used her vagina as a change purse. for real.

At lunch today he went on and on about how much better my eggs are than the eggs the restaurant makes.

CBD Boy is really utterly darling.

CBD Boy is really utterly darling.

He really is. I was all, "Even when I break the yolks?" And he then went on to explain why, yes, even when I break the yolks, my eggs are better than the perfect-looking eggs at the restaurant. So cute and sweet.

I'm very disturbed by lisah's story.

I'm very disturbed by lisah's story.

One of the funniest parts to me was that I'd just learned that doctors call that area "the vault!" So I was like "she kept her money in her VAULT?!"

In a little baggie, evidently.

In a little baggie, evidently.

I think that makes it better. Maybe.

I've heard of keeping money in your bra, but...