Nancy gifted me. It is addressed to Marie Antionette, could it be? anyway, I chose this for my Postcard Friendship Friday because, my son who is away on coarse with the military, has called me more times than he would have if he were here locally, perhaps an angel is whispering in his ear. "Call your mom, she misses you". I think even though he is lonely for his friends, and most probably for his bed, and his own shower, he is having a great time. They built a bridge this week, (like on the River Kwai" He always wanted to do that with toothpicks, except the cat kept knocking it down.
He claims the conditions are comparable to those in the movie, tents, in blistering heat, a lot of rain and most certainly mosquitoes. (This is my princess of boys, he likes clean, and gourmet, he's so fussy the elastic in his underwear has to be specific,)" The food is horrible," he says, "they use plastic cheese in their sandwiches, and white boring bread. " Hmmm ... I've been thinking of building a bridge across my pond! Wonder if he learned to whistle?