Letter #7 – The Snore I Adore . . . or Abhor

Hi Nate:

You are already heading into your second week of camp. Wow, it’s going by quickly!  Hope you are enjoying every second.

But enough of that, time to hear about me and the Snore.

First, I finally found out the Snore’s name:  Theodore!  And I must say, Theodore is rapidly becoming the Snore I adore.  We have been having a blast!  Theodore is a wonderful companion.

Let me tell you about some of the super fun things we’ve been doing over the past few days.

<cue music: So Happy Together>

So I’m sure remember that yesterday we got Pedicures.

Today, the Snore and I went shopping, and he treated me to a new pair of shoes. (No idea where the Snore got money, but who cares!  I have a new pair of shoes!!).

Then we went to the spa and got facials and massages.  While we were getting massages on adjoining massage tables, we had a lovely conversation about my dreams.

“So, do you dream in color?”  Theodore asked.

“Every night.”  I said.  Wow, that massage was sooooo relaxing.

“And what is it you dream about?”

“Oh you know, typical stuff: rehash of the day, throw in some wish fulfillment and random symbolism, and then set it to music and throw in some dance numbers, and you have a typical night of my dreams.”

“Sooooo you dream in the form of a musical?  How very . . . entertaining.” Theodore said.

Later, we stopped to get a bite to eat.  I was getting ready to order a salad and some iced tea, when the Snore asked me “Why aren’t you ordering a cheeseburger and cheese fries?”

“Oh, I’d love to, but I can’t.  Too many calories.”

“Nonsense!” The Snore declared.  “I promise you can eat as much as you like, and you won’t gain any weight.”

And the Snore was right!  I’ve been eating like a teenager and I haven’t gained an ounce.

I do miss you and Eli, but in the meantime, Theodore and I are BFFs!

Love and kisses,

Mom

P.S.  This is Dad.  Stop that music! Thanks. Theodore is the Snore I abhore!!  And what’s worse, Mom is spending all of her time with that hideous thing, and not with me.  I’ve got to figure out some way to get him move on.  I’ll let you know what I come up with tomorrow.