The Postcards for Mom Pranksters

I'm alive. Thank you all for your well-wishes. I encountered some minor, unexpected umbilicus surgery on Tuesday which made me suffer through some of the worst pain in my life Tuesday night and Wednesday. Which made the surgeon prescribe me Vicodin. Which made me projectile vomit at work, on the way home, and once I got home, in mom's bathroom. Which is when she read the really funny missing bathrobe letter to me, which helped distract me from the horror which is Vicodin. What a wonderful way to start a vacation!
So, while I was gone mom got a few pieces of mail. One was a typed letter from someone like a 'Bobby Jones'; one was another wordsearch, I think. Today - ahhh! She got a lot of fabic from...Betty Ann, I think? Great pieces! She said to me "I never said I was going to make a purple quilt!" and I said "Well, seems someone thinks you should!" When I went downstairs later, she was laying the pieces out on the cutting mat to see what sizes they were. She got another letter today that made me laugh, but I don't remember much about it. My Motrin-induced stupor allows me to recall only so much about my day.
I did, however, raid her "stash" of cards and letters. I took quite a few pictures, and once I figure out my new digital camera, will upload them. Dad is still working on scanning, I guess. At least a couple of my pictures should come out well.
Anyway...thank you for your patience in my return.
P.S. When I yelled out to Tom about Dirty Dancing, it was to say it's one of moms favorite movies, not mine. Ooh! That's what the other note was about today, about "Swayze Sundays" and Dirty Dancing...that was a good one!