From: Mom, queenb@thehoneyb.com
To: Honey, honey@thehoneyb.com
Date: Mon, Mar 29, 2010 at 3:14 PM
Subject: Monday Miscellany 

My Dear Honey,

Your ears are still ringing from Vegas???? Wish I could say the same, but alas, my daughter, my dear Honey, never called to let her loving Mother know that she was OK and I could dial down from code red in the worry department. {Seriously, I thought Marmot had called you!} Five full days I was sitting in the dark with a bottle of Valium and my cell phone waiting for a call from you – or worse yet the Las Vegas morgue to schedule a viewing. {Mom, you watch too much CSI.} Worrying, day in and day out that my little Honey was OK.

I know that I was supposed to relinquish the worrying about you to dear Marmot on your wedding day – but I am sorry to tell you Honey I don’t think he is up to the task. I called him 3 days into your trip to see if he had heard from you and I am sorry to report that he was fishing – yes fishing – not worrying, not waiting, nor pining away for my dear Honey – Fishing! He was excited to tell me about a half dead trout that he had just dragged out of the water, some nasty fish bait the dog was eating off the shore, and how weather affects the fish biting. But, believe it or not, he could not remember one thing to report about you dear!