Over at HTMS Lisa B. has been tearing it up with smart little letters to all and sundry. I am following her lead because imitation is the sincerest form of flattery. And I am sincere. People give me prizes for my high level of sincerity. (Thanks, Lisa B. for the idea.)
Dear Princess Kate,
My friends Shelley and Caitlin and I would like to be your visiting teachers. We will come visit you at the palace and bring you casseroles (including funeral potatoes!) and tell you amusing stories and hold George while you sit on the back porch and have a cigarette break. We won't judge. Obv.
Your new visiting teachers
Dear Trib readers who are still yelling at me for sucking up to the cops,
You should try it.
Someone who can't write about being tazed. Because I wasn't.
Thanks for the bike ride today. You're right. It's better to want what you have instead of wanting what you don't have.
Dear Sheryl Crow,
Thanks for letting me steal your lyrics. I used them in that letter I just wrote to my oldest son.
Someone who just listened to a couple of your cds on the way to Logan and enjoyed them all over again.
GET IN MY BELLY!
Someone who wants you go get in my belly