From: Apple, appleb@thehoneyb.com
To: Honey, honey@thehoneyb.com
Date: Wed, Mar 10, 2010 at 7:12 PM
Subject: Calling in the Exterminator

Hey Honey B. – Mom said you had a blog!

I read your latest post, and I understand completely your plight with the tweezers. I would also like to point out that you have the same problem with scissors. When we lived together (in the pre-Marmot years) I would occasionally leave scissors in the bathroom after trimming my bangs and return to find you trying to ‘self-style’, always with disasterous results.

I will admit though, that I myself have had the same difficulties with the scissors. But rather than my hair it is the hair of Jade, my Golden Retriever.

Many is the time I had meant to snip off just one or two wayward mats only to find myself carried away in the dream of being a cosmetologist. Unfortunately at the end of every “appointment” I realize why I have never gone into the field.

Alas dear sister, it is not our talent.

Poor Jade she looks more like a Poodle without the pom-poms then a beautiful golden retriever with long blond flowing locks.

All I can tell you my dear sister, to assist you in your plight, is to stay strong. Hide the tweezers and scissors in a lock box (they are of the devil, probably something created by a man anyway, like pantyhose), buy a bottle of good cover up for the unsuspecting blemishes (Lancome is wonderful) and if all else fails, like mom says, just have some Prozac for dessert.

Your loving sister,
Apple B.