What Rhymes With Orange?

Dear Oma and Tante,

Guess what?!

Mama’s hair is orange!

OK, not totally orange. But those red highlights on the box didn’t all make it all the way on to her head. Like they didn’t get far enough over on the rainbow.

Daddy says that was a waste of $5.95.

I guess it’s OK, though, because Mama’s hair-dryer broke, so she wasn’t looking all that good anyway.

Mama also has a rash on her ankles. It’s much worse than the rashes I get on my bum. She called the dermatologist this morning to report the rash and Sabrina shouted in the background, “AND IT’S REALLY ITCHY TOO!”

Mama said, “Thanks for that.”

I took Mama to the dermatologist for her ankles. While we were there the nice lady doctor gave Mama a shot in that big red bump in her chin and then slapped a band-aid on it.

Did I forget to mention the big red bump? You know the one, Oma. It’s the one you’ve been photo-shopping out of all the pictures of Mama’s face for a few months now.

The band-aid matched Mama’s hair pretty good!

I cried a little when Mama got her shot and her band-aid, and then spent the rest of the morning sending Thomas the Tank Engine to the doctor for shots and band-aids.

Mama has some new stuff to put on her ankles. She calls them steroids. Katie-dog likes to lick the stuff off of Mama’s legs. Mama says she hopes Katie doesn’t get roid-rage.

I’ve heard Katie in the backyard. I think she’s had roid-rage for quite some time.

Time for me to go and have a snack. I think I feel like citrus today . . .

Love,
Linnie Lou