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.
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.
Dear Palm Springs,
You are so good to me.
I'm glad you made me a girl.
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.
Thanks for giving me toes.
Thanks for giving me eyes, too.
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