Bonjour, ya'll...

OK. The title hails from my visit to Paris, TX on Fri/Sat where the slogan is, no lie, "Bonjour, ya'll." I thought it was AMAZING kitsch. I wanted to find really tacky souvenirs to bring back to my rogues, but apparently they don't exist. I wanted shot glasses or post cards at least, but everything was really "straight." And the ONE person I asked where I might find "tacky Paris, TX souvenirs" said, "--I don't know" and gave me a sour look. I think he thought I was being a jerk. And I SO wasn't. Anyhow...

First thing is this: Suzanna--I talked with the morning/lunch rogues (KT, Baybay, Joe, Margo), and we all agree that out of respect for your potential health crises, you're no longer a candidate for BoDs. We want you always to come but will just take you when we can get you--no pressure. Consider it a well wish to health and happy birthday. Everyone is worried about you but has good faith that you are blessed.

Next, I certainly missed Friday! We need some solid poetry time. That true, may I PLEASE get a Gypsy this Friday? I always feel like we settle down and read poetry there.

I got word in an email from KC last week that her mom has begun chemo and began losing hair; as a result, she voluntarily shaved her head. I think that's a great example of her fierce attitude and determination NOT to be beaten by her cancer. I don't want to make this sound like a sermon, but let's all keep her family in our thoughts.

Heart 12,

Easter