LifeTwinkles

Bring it on home to me. . . . .

Dear Pearl,

I’m so glad you were able to find refuge during the storm. I hope this letter finds you well.   If you could have only seen the disaster in person.  The ice glazed everything like crystals and, while pretty, the destruction it left behind in our beautiful little town is unreal.

It’s strange how it can effect you in so many ways.  You spend a little extra “quality” time with your family and friends. . . . that’s for sure.  And it turns out that I only like gypsy jewelery.  Being an actual gypsy may not be for me.  I have gained a renewed appreciation of all the modern conveniences that I am accustomed to.  But I will tell you straight away. . . I have become certain over the past few days that I am absolutely, positively addicted to fountain drinks.

You see. . . we can’t dink the water here. Filtration shmiltration.  That means no coffee anywhere, no sweet tea at the Cracker Barrel (although I presume the Mexican Cracker Barrel still has its wide array of beverages available), and finally, no fountain drinks, including from my beloved Speedway.   What is a girl to do?

I’ll tell you what she does.   She calls her friend.   And she says, “Friend. . . I’m warning you not to come back.  It’s not safe here yet.  But I know you are going to anyway, so. . . please, PLEASE. . . . for the love of all that is good, find the last stop for the fountain de cola between you and me.   STOP! and get me a fountain drink on your way back.   Fill ‘er up with ice and go all the way to the brim with that sweeeeeeeet fizzy goodness and bring it on home to me.  I promise that one day I’ll will find a way to repay you.   There are many good deeds in the $.79-$1.62 range. . . I will repay you with 5 of them.   I swear to you, dear.  You know where I will be. ”

I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.  Right now I sit at 3:30am in the anticipation of your arrival.  I will try to close my eyes now and rest.  I want to enjoy all the splendor upon your arrival.

Love More, Scarlet.