Three Short Letters
Friday, October 5th, 2007 01:03 amDear Summer:
Please go away. Go away NOW. In case you haven't noticed, the autumnal equinox was nearly two weeks ago, and yet here you are, hanging around like some zombie houseguest. You have seriously outstayed your welcome.
No love,
Me.
~~~~~
Dear October:
We both know that September is a softie and lets Summer stay here some years a little longer than is necessary. It's okay, that's the way September is, and we're all used to it by now. But you, October? You know better than this. Kick the bum to the curb already! It's ridiculous enough that people are getting the usual change-of-season illnesses, but it's even more ridiculous to be getting those illnesses when the season hasn't changed. I beg of you, don't let us be tormented by any longer by high temperatures in the upper 80s!
With hope and affection,
Me.
~~~~~
Dear Body:
Keep talking to me and let's do our best to beat this thing, okay? If you'll let me get to the grocery store without passing out, I'll give you all the chicken soup and waffles you want. Just cough this gunk out of our lungs as soon as you can so we can celebrate our birthday without wheezing, please?
Love,
Me.
Please go away. Go away NOW. In case you haven't noticed, the autumnal equinox was nearly two weeks ago, and yet here you are, hanging around like some zombie houseguest. You have seriously outstayed your welcome.
No love,
Me.
Dear October:
We both know that September is a softie and lets Summer stay here some years a little longer than is necessary. It's okay, that's the way September is, and we're all used to it by now. But you, October? You know better than this. Kick the bum to the curb already! It's ridiculous enough that people are getting the usual change-of-season illnesses, but it's even more ridiculous to be getting those illnesses when the season hasn't changed. I beg of you, don't let us be tormented by any longer by high temperatures in the upper 80s!
With hope and affection,
Me.
Dear Body:
Keep talking to me and let's do our best to beat this thing, okay? If you'll let me get to the grocery store without passing out, I'll give you all the chicken soup and waffles you want. Just cough this gunk out of our lungs as soon as you can so we can celebrate our birthday without wheezing, please?
Love,
Me.