I am having a hard time getting to sleep tonight because I ate some pineapple and it is killing my stomach. I should have known better. Acidic foods do not agree with me. I took a Zantac.

My phone rang this afternoon and it was Ellie calling us from the front door. We can't hear the door bell when we are in
our bedroom at the back of the house. The fact that the tv is always thundering away contributes to the problem. She
brought me a 20 percent off coupon to use on Docker jeans that were already on sale.

Bobby had to go to Cincinnati this week to teach a class in
Homeland Security. He called us with the hot news that one of his fraternity brothers, a successful architect in Dallas
has been arrested for molesting a thirteen year old girl. It is hard to believe and evidently not the first time he has been in trouble for messing with little girls. It shocks and
saddens me.

Time is flying and the Holidays will soon be here. I have a cloak and a witches hat in which to dole out candy. I put it
on and it scared Rex silly. The kids are too blase to be
frightened.

Some one brought up Aunt Bill's Brown Candy at the reunion
and my children wondered why they never had it. It has to
be the best and yummiest candy ever but it is so labor
intensive what with caramelizing sugar and pouring the hot
stuff out of an iron skillet in a thin stream into another
mixture, they will have to settle for pralines.