Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, whenever I see your reading glasses sitting on the nightstand I can't help but feel old. Kind of like we've been married for 20 years. I love this feeling. Dear Early Morning Run, I dread you like eating meatwad covered in ketchup. That's all. Dear Friends, whenever Husband gets an unexpected package he A) carries it under his arm for 2 hours B) tries to convince me that waiting to open it until bedtime is lame C) bench presses it 17 times while I'm in the shower D) shakes it so hard he turns its contents into 1,000 pieces or E) all of the above. Dear Love of My Life (who always gets two letters), to the moon!
A special thanks to Taza for being the inspiration behind writing Mr. Loerke two letters. It has made all the difference in our marriage.
PS, do you tear into packages like the Mr. or save them for the biscuit? I think opening mail in bed is M-A-G-I-C-A-L.