Dear Betty...

 Dear Betty,

It's been a while.  How are you?  I have missed you.

I know winter is not your favorite time of year.  It makes your pretty aqua frame shiver...you just don't look good with snow on your tires and I know how you take pride in how you look.  Clearly, you are a lovely lady.

And then came the pregnancy.  Doctor's orders.  No joy rides with Betty.

You've been reduced to a flower pot.  You get no love or attention.

But dear Betty I'm here to tell you that's all about to change.  See, it's spring.  In the spring comes longer days, cool evenings and the baby soon.  That's right.  All will be right with the world again.

For now dear Betty, just keep reigning supreme over the craft desk.   Enjoy the little girls that come and sit at your feet.  And remember, at least I didn't hang you up in the garage with that other thing that calls itself a dirt  bike and doesn't even have fenders.  So uncivilized.  

Love, Vicki