I'm keeping The Blog updated with what's going on with Melba. We know she's gaining weight; we think she's gaining muscle mass and strength. Ping me when you get a chance -- she wants to know that you're OK. She heard about three bombs going off in Baghdad and thinks you're at risk -- which, of course, you are.
It's hard to imagine anyone showing more confidence than she does -- although I do have to wonder at times if she's completely rational. Black leather pants to go with the lace jacket -- if Dina returns it. Next, a horse for barrel-racing Melba -- but only if Paula and Kyndal move back to Tulsa. Gotta have someone in the family to take care of the horse, ya' know.
Today: "When we go to New York to visit your friend, I want a pair of leather boots. And a new leather purse. You don't go to New York without leather boots. Maybe [Scott's fiance, since I'm e-mailing this to The Blog to post it] can help me pick out the boots. I don't know what I should get." Fanciful, definitely. Irrational? I'm not going to make that call.
Love,
Dad
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