Hi there, guys and dolls! Welcome to a new year – may it be a blessed one for us all. I’m so happy that my writer gals have gotten back into the swing of things and are letting yours truly come out and play. As are my fellow Santa Lucians, who have been going on and living their lives with glamorous intrigues and fashionable victims, giving me so much to tell about in the future.

I’ve been asked about what I’ve been up to while my girls had to juggle life’s little problems. Well, I’ll say plenty. A rabbity girl like me doesn’t let the grass grow under her feet, no siree!

Not to say that I didn’t spend a little time perched on my favorite barstool at my usual watering hole. Tom, Dick and Harry would never forgive me if I didn’t, nor would I forgive myself for not spending a little time with my piano boys.

Taking care of hearth and home of course took up a good portion of my time. Don’t you find auditioning all the yard and pool boys just exhausting? Not to mention the milkman, plumber and tv repairman. By the third round of martinis with the door to door carpet and encyclopedia salesmen, I needed to get out of the house!

Ah, the spa life, that’s the life for me. I got my bouffant re-pouffed, along with the rest of me getting buffed, polished and varnished, all set for the sand, sun and surf, or as I like to call them, Steve, Sam and Sherman. Followed by tennis with Todd, a massage by Michael and volleying  around with coach Victor, I got tanned, trimmed and tuned up to start working again on my Poppy Cove Mysteries.

Toodles,

Barbara Jean