Thursday, March 28, 2013

Letters to my life: seven

Dear Diary,

Last weekend I went out of town and forgot to bring my hand sanitizer. After breathing into a paper bag for approximately 57 seconds, I decided to use my grimy hands to eat my poolside chips and guac anyway. And you know what?

I didn't get sick.

Next trip I'll consider leaving my paper bag at home, too.


Yeah-that's-right Sarah

Dear Immune System,

If I could, I'd give you a fist pump that explodes into a shower of finger-flailing fireworks. Because you're alright, you know it? I'm thankful for all your hard work keeping me cold and flu-free his winter.


Hardy Sarah

Dear Palm Springs,

You are so good to me.



Dear God,

I'm glad you made me a girl.



Dear Friends,

I have a secret talent I've never revealed to you before:

It's called  the "relax your full stomach into a four-month prego belly" talent. 

I'm trying to figure out how I can make some money off it.


NOT-pregnant Sarah

Dear God,

Thanks for giving me toes.


Smiling Sarah


Thanks for giving me eyes, too.

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