Dear Trisha,
While watering the patio flowers in my bright girly apron
I couldn't help but think of your sweet new babe.
I know you just had a baby but I desperately need your company at the college track.
I love how we talk when we run.
Taking our minds off the 6 miles of sweltering heat.
I was thinking we could finally tackle the bleachers.
You know what I heard...
people hate to run with us because we are "hardcore!"
Is it true that your handsome banker husband is looking at purchasing the beautiful Santa Fe Style home that Mr. Patterson built?
That would be lovely wouldn't it.
We could hike the mountain every morning.
You know where to find me.
Sincerely Yours,
Mrs. Patterson
