CMS: well, we write each other regularly so I know everything that's going on in her life right now ( i always do ) SHe's really been missing South Carolina recently...at training camp she doesn't have a tub like the one she grew up in as a little girl. SHe also doesn't get nearly enough scallops these days...despite several requests and inquiries -- and more than a few strongly worded letters from me to upper management. They just can't seem to understand her need for a scallop-heavy diet..."It's because that's how I raised her!" I say. "We grew up in Scallop Country and she is the Scallop Queen...her system runs (purrrrrs really!) on scallops."
This ignorance runs deep. They also don't have the red wine she prefers...which is an incredibly important part of her diet. Her PH balance is directly hinged to her red wine intake...I engineered her as such. It's not that I wanted to engineer her that way, but when you grow up in scallop country and you're ( me) already drinking 3-5 bottles of wine a night and water is scarce you really have no choice but to pour the dreaded Predator a glass of wine and serve her up a plate of scallops...heavy on the pepper, I might add.
All in all, the Scallop Queen is doing well. SHe's started writing poetry and I couldn't be more proud. Like her calves, Her words are powerful. They cut and they plant, then they take you in a different direction. Like the wisps of her dreads, her schemes play happily off one another, shaking and bouncing, dancing and announcing...i'll send you a copy of the latest poem. I;'ll take a photo and send it. Her handwriting is so beautiful...she really has taken a liking to calligraphy. What a Queen!