Spending 2007 with Francis

Francis RuthAnn Hindemeyer Winestock,

Well, another year down. That's how I look at it. Another year has come and almost gone and neither one of us are dead yet. That is pretty much the way I view the years as they come on me rather rapidly. But here we are Frannie, neither of us dead yet, both of us wishing at times that we were. Ah well, the dear Lord knows best - does He not? I will trust in Him AND His timing.

Georgia was good. Didn't you think Georgia was good? I did. I thought Georgia was good. Maybe even great. I maybe even thought that Georgia was great. I am not sure if great is stretching it a bit, so I will stick with good, but great is an option.

Hot, though. Here we are in December and I couldn't even pull out my fur-lined boots Georgia was so hot.

Muggy too, Georgia was muggy. I hate muggy. I know you do too, Fran. Your hair curls up.

Also, their talk. Couldn't understand their talk. They talk like they have absolutely no where to be. Did you notice that Frannie? They talk slow like they are in, what's that word Fran? What's the word where you don't go fast? Where you go, well, it's like slow, but it's...uh..what is that? Oh yeah, slow-mo. It's like they're in slow-mo. (Don't get bombarded by my lingo Frannie, slow-mo simply means slow motion.)

I also found it incredibly hard to drink anything other than iced tea. I mean, honestly, can they be any less creative? I would have liked a good stiff Coca Cola at some point, that's all I'm saying. But tea was their drink of choice - from the poor house to the White house it's all they drink. Where is the coffee? Does any waiter in that state serve coffee?

They also seemed a little paranoid those Georgians. It probably has to do with the fact that they've been through several wars. But still, if they think that just because you and I look at them and point means we are talking about them - they got us all wrong. We were simply pointing out some things they needed to work on. But little do they know we do all of that in Jesus name. So that makes it okay. I see no need for the paranoia. But like I say, war seems to have a lasting effect on some southerners.

But like I said, Georgia was good. In fact, I'll write some good stuff about it later when I come up with something.

Francis RuthAnn, may I just say how lovely you looked this past weekend. Where did you get that shirt? You told me Penney's just to throw me off your scent. But I know you lied. You cannot get a geese sweatshirt just anywhere. So I will sit idly by holding my precious tongue until you decide to fess up. And later that night when we forgot where we parked - did you not feel like we were the wise men following the star of Bethlehem to the tiny baby Jesus? Except we were two Jersey girls following a glo-in-the-dark geese to my Morty's '76 Caprice Classic. Nonetheless, nonetheless - it was a magical moment. And not just because that one geese on your sweatshirt has eyes that follow you.

Yes, Francis, another year with you and what a year it has been. I have loved every minute of it. I loved helping you put your press-on nails back on after one fell of in the new velvet offering plates. I loved joining Weight Watchers with you every single time we joined this year. I enjoyed walking the track with you until that heel spur sidelined us for the past 11 1/2 months. And I enjoyed volunteering at the Crisis Hotline until that unfortunate incident when they asked us not to return. That was a blessed 8 hours though, wasn't it?

I love you Francis. I don't tell you enough. I love you and I can't wait to see what 2008 holds.

Your BFF (that's what the kids say, Frannie)

Ester Goldfine