Letter to Louise

Dear Louise,
I am sitting here in my fuzzy pants looking out at the mounds of snow that have me sequestered here in Sugarland. I am dying to get some retail therapy. I would even gladly spend an hour or two at Wallyworld. I guess that says something..... Even though I am rocking the fuzzy pants with my heels and my lipstick , I am starting to feel like I am in an institution for the fashion challenged. It hasn't helped that Michael has also been in his GT pants for three days. I scared myself when I went into the bathroom this morning and saw the reflection staring back at me....scary puts it mildly, I looked a little like Bette Davis on crack. Remember how fantastic we looked the night of the Garth concert; you in your mink and glimmering head to toe, me in my faux fur and feeling tall. Then we stood in the bone chilling air, surrounded by thousands, packed like little sardines in the Nashville streets. I remember when we got inside, you still looked like a glamor Queen and I looked like I had been run over by a salt truck. Oh well, it was a night to remember for sure. Tommy and Michael standing on their feet singing Garth songs..... well... ok,standing on their feet.
I need a pedicure day with my Louise. It is always fun when we go together and I am sure it is fun for the manicurists as well. Don't you know that they talk about us for hours after we leave!!  Actually , I think they talk about us right in front of us. Next time we go I am going to pretend that I understand and call them out on it. Anyhoo, we can go for a pedi and you will take in your color and I will once again pick something outrageous,  we will laugh hysterically as they ask us once again if we are sisters. Then we will go have a glorious lunch where we will be sure to tell the waiter that no tomato guts are to touch your plate. We will sit and talk about our precious young Drama Queens and their fascination with pigs. We will catch up on all the news of our families and share our fears and concerns over life's ever changing road. We will laugh out loud and people will stare, we will cry and quietly wipe the tears. We will say our goodbyes over a big hug and I will make the long drive back to Sugarville rocking out to Miranda Lambert 's  "Time to get a Gun" reminiscing.....
Everyone should have a Louise. I have spent too much time focusing on not having a girl friend up here in Sugarville and not realizing the treasure I have. No matter where life takes us, no matter what life throws our way, we will always have this friendship. Our adventures have been priceless, from Spring Hill to Bocca and Nashville, to our Fayetteville days. The bond, unbreakable as we have been through the loss of our fathers, the trials of health, the depths of sadness and despair, but oh the laughter.....  that is what I will remember when I am 90.  You do make me laugh, Louise.  In fact, you should be the one with the BLOG.  So, as I sit here sequestered and not able to go out and beg for friendship, I have realized miles are nothing between two friends. No matter where we both end up, no road is too long.  Augusta will never be the same after I come for a visit!! 
I think I will try and shower and see if I can't convince GT boy to play dress up with me. Yeah.....maybe I will just change into different fuzzy pants.
Love,
Thelma