I think you handled it just right, like a true southern lady would have. Jane >Jane wrote: > >> I feel your pain. LOL. I'm so sorry about the neighbor, try to control >> yourself. Maybe best to stay inside and not make eye contact else you will >> bust out laughing. Good luck. > >Proper little Southern lady that my Mama rasied me to be, I immediately >dug out my very best Crane's. A traditional informal wouldn't >do....neither would a plain half sheet....I settled on a white vellum card >with taupe engraving for the discrete monogram (you see, Southerners don't >just go in for "social stationary".....we have Stationary Wardrobes. And >we are terribly big on monograms....just in case we forget who we are, we >can check out our stationary rather than have to call one's relatives for >a refreasher course in Just Who Are My Mama's People Anyway? > >Having settled on the appropriate paper, I retired to the kitchen to try >and remove the day's accumulation of Georgia red clay and squashed bugs >from my hands and forearms. I have been spending a lot of time in the >garden, you see, and like Scarlett, I'd forgotten to wear my gloves. > >Five minutes with a nailbrush, Clorox, and Lava soap, and I was ready to >take pen in hand without fear of soiling the pristine surface of Craine's >finest. > >A few minutes spent sitting up straight at my genuine Ladies' Writing Desk >and my note of gracious and heartfelt congratulations to Mr. Meaders oozed >from my pen. As a final gesture of True Southron Hypocrisy, I tucked in a >package of seeds for the Beautification of my neighbor's Shining Tribute >to Yardening. I wrote in my note that the "mystery seeds" were rare >and special and would be the talk of the neighborhood. > >Hell will freeze before I'll ever say what the seeds are <bg>. After all, >I don't want to end up like my other neighbor.....wearing an ankle >bracelet so the local Law Enforcement types can keep track of him at all >times.... > >Catharine >