Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, after making house calls to the elderly yesterday you asked if we could start volunteering at a nursing home. Aaaaand that's gonna be reason #984 why I love Thee. Dear Santa, 23 years ago I left you this note. Pretty sure there's nothing better than getting a Cabbeb Patch Dall and a pad of paper for Christmas. Can I get a wut wut? Dear WMBM, last night you brought over first fruits from your garden. Two fist pumps and a leg kick for getting us to chop brocco-lay like Dana Carvey. Dear Husband, sometimes when you dry off your face cotton gets stuck in your mustache. This is when I start calling you Old Man Loerke and pretend to talk without teeth. Can't wait to grow old with you.
What sort of things make you cry? Nothing quite gets me like the elderly and music.
Ps, someone emailed yesterday asking where to purchase a Meatbagz Bee Satchel. Somehow your email disappeared into cyberspace but you can buy one right HURR!