Tuesday Letter

Dear Susannah, I know I told you that cars whose tops rolled down cost a lot of money, but no, Uncle Josh’s Subaru with the sunroof wasn’t exactly what I meant.  He’ll probably appreciate the compliment, though.   Dear Madeline, I honestly don’t know if we’re going to survive this learning to read thing.   Dear Route 44 diet cranberry limeade, when you committed suicide in the driver side floorboard I was tempted to be grouchy about it.  Instead, I decided to be happy that it wasn’t on the passenger side where the 40 library books I’d just checked out were sitting.  Nice try, though, nice try.

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