Friday Letters, October 30 edition

Dear Vermont Country Store,

Once upon a time, I loved my red rubber boots with the spooly button.  (Momma called them, 'rubbers.') 

Sadly, I presumed they went the way of the dinosaur.

...Until I found this on your Facebook page!

Are they available in 8-1/2B?

Dear Major Insurance Company,

Thank you for weighing in on the necessity of DH's scan.  
Unlike his oncologist, you decided that it wasn't necessary.  

I note you're a physician yourself ... yes, your signature line contains some pretty impressive credentials.  

But! Like one comedian posed, "Ever wonder where those medical students who graduate in the the bottom half of their class wind up?" 

Just my opinion, but I'm guessing they go to work for major insurance companies.   

Dear hubby,  

Normally, I'm so concerned annoyed by your not wearing your seat-belt, not using your turn signals ...
that I forget to acknowledge your sweet side. 

Yes, you know how I desperately dislike filling my own gas tank.
(... so much so, I'm inclined to put it off until the last-possible minute.)   

Having overheard warnings of an impending storm  -- knowing I'd be in a position to have to fill up before heading home -- you called, offering to come over (31 miles one way!) and take my car to the station before the storm hit.

Of course I didn't say 'yes', but your sentiments felt pretty darn nice!

Dear Mr. God,

I never considered you posting on Facebook ... 
(Then again, why not?) 
I think this looks like something you'd like us all to keep in mind.

Halloween hugs from Phoenix!

Myra