No Whining Allowed

About 6 or 7 years ago, I was invited to be a member of an exclusive club.

I had heard of this club for a while, because I knew all of the members, except one. I had a hankering to be a part of this group, but it wasn’t really possible.  They were related. By blood and marriage. And I have my own blood and my own marriage. But, they took pity on me.

I believe I have mentioned once or a dozen times, that I am sister-less. I know, it’s so sad. So this group of sisters graciously invited me to join their club. We are The Capri’s.

There is Capri Lis (otherwise known to you as Mrs. Schmenkman),  Capri Patt, Capri Deb and Capri Kel!  They grafted  me onto their Family Branch! Just like Ruth, and Rahab, and the Gentiles!

We get together at least once or twice a year to do Capri-ish things. Like eat, shop, lounge, get our hair done, you know, girl stuff.

One time, while visiting with my Aunt Phyllis, who I AM related to, I saw that she had the cutest bag. I believe she said she bought it in France. It could have been somewhere else, but I’m going to stick with France, because in her heart, she is French.

I’m not kidding. She has been taking French lessons for years now, and even went over there to live for months so she could take a heavy duty immersion class. She has little post it notes all over her house with the French word on them.

My French is severely limited to what I can remember from when Honey and I lived in Canada. And that would be “butter”, said “beurre” very exaggerated. While sticking your lower lip out like a trout.

Ok, I’ve gotta get this train back on the tracks.

SO, I commented to Aunt Phyllis that I LOVED her bag, and went into some detail about The Capri’s. And that was that.

On Christmas Day, she gave me the bag! She said she was in a purge mode. Getting rid of what she didn’t use. And she was NOT using the Capri bag. She wondered if I might like it? WOULD I ?

I would!

Merci beau coup, Phyl! Or something like that!