From Vance Gibson

Dear Myrna:

    I thought Leonard told me you were already a bear some days!

Vance

From: vgibson@bigzoo.net 

In this life, I’m a woman. In my next life, I’d like to come back as a bear.

If you're a bear, you get to hibernate. You do nothing but sleep for six months.

I could deal with that.

Before you hibernate, you're supposed to eat yourself stupid.

I could deal with that, too.

If you're a bear, you birth your children (who are the size of walnuts) while you're sleeping and wake to partially grown, cute cuddly cubs.

I could definitely deal with that.

If you're a mama bear, everyone knows you mean business. You swat anyone who bothers your cubs. If your cubs get out of line, you swat them too.

I could deal with that.

If you're a bear, your mate EXPECTS you to wake up growling. He EXPECTS that you will have hairy legs and excess body fat. He KNOWS not to get between you and the food.

Yup..... Gonna be a bear

Vance Gibson

Dear Myrna:

Thank you SO much for the lullaby. I needed that. Actually, what I need is a knock in the head with a baseball bat. I quite often can't sleep.

As for getting the stuff, I definitely will get it now. If you had not changed the address, however, I would not have gotten it past tonight, cause that's when BigZoo went out of business.

The e-mail server has been set to check both accounts, but no longer.

I see your niece, Lynda Hale, at dialysis three days a week. She's the "clinical coordinator." (If you can't give 'em a big salary, give them a title and an office!!!) She keeps talking about "Uncle Tim." What's with that? Tim?
 
I hope you and Leonard are doing fine.

Behave yourself.
Vance
 

M: By-the-way, a baseball bat is too hard! Think of the headache you'd have and
you probably still couldn't sleep. (My family calls me Murndurn.) What are
families for? Just to embarrass you all of your life, right? Myrna

From Vance Gibson

Dear Myrnita:

Please change my address on your LISTS as well as in your address book.

It is: vgibson@gobigwest.com

Muchismas gracias, senora Trauntvein.

Vance

From Vance

Vance Gibson (vgibson@gobigwest.com) wrote:

Dear Myrna:

Thank you SO much for the lullaby. I needed that. Actually, what I need is a knock in the head with a baseball bat. I quite often can't sleep.

As for getting the stuff, I definitely will get it now. If you had not changed the address, however, I would not have gotten it past tonight, cause that's when BigZoo went out of business.

The e-mail server has been set to check both accounts, but no longer.

I see your niece, Lynda Hale, at dialysis three days a week. She's the "clinical coordinator." (If you can't give 'em a big salary, give them a title and an office!!!) She keeps talking about "Uncle Tim." What's with that? Tim?

I hope you and Leonard are doing fine.

Behave yourself.

Vance

From Myrna: All LHTs family call him "Tim." When he was a baby, his older sister, Eva, called him "Tiny Tim." Remember his birthday is on Jan. 8, right after Christmas. The "Tiny" got dropped but the Tim didn't. He asked his friends, when he was older, to call him Leonard. But the family couldn't be commanded.

I am going to bed. It's early up for me tomorrow. Goodnight. Myrna