Today I was driving to the studio and I saw a guy on a scooter in front of me, and then I realized it was you, and then my heart got all fluttery. Thanks for still making my heart flutter after all these years. And thank you for scooping the litter box.
Thank you for making my birthday so much fun. I was a little freaked out about turning 37, because when I was little, 37 sounded so very old, and also when you were 37 you definitely shouldn’t have a blog or feel like a kid or sometimes wish you could be small and get tucked into bed. But I am 37, and I still do all those things, and so 37 isn’t so bad after all.
Thank you for coming slowly and smoothly, and for bringing sweet breezes and leaves on the trees and those weird purple flowers that smell like bad grape flavoring but that are still pretty. I hope you stay around a bit and don’t get bullied by the Austin summer that I know is right around the corner.
Dear Parking Enforcement Officer,
I’m sad that my parking sticker was expired by 10 minutes, and you left a parking ticket on my car. I was having so much fun eating cheddar cheese ice cream sandwiches and chicken skewers with my friends, and the temperature was just right, and we had to give goodbye hugs and promise to get together again soon, and that takes time, and so I was late. Please take those types of things into consideration for the next car you ticket.
I’m so sorry I completely forgot about my appointment today, but I’m not really really sorry because although you’re nice, I hate pretty much everything about going to the dentist. See you soon.