Dear Friday’s Letters:
You know I’m crazy about you, right? No, seriously… I’m freakin’ wacked out over the moon about you.
I mean, I LOVE you BIG Time!
And so it is with deep sorrow that I’m not able to get my cluttered up mind together enough to write carefully constructed, well-thought out, lyrically humorous, deeply-emotive, frightfully engaging letters this week.
You may beat me with a wet-noodle, if you so desire.
Better yet, you can make me eat some canned beets…otherwise known as pure nastiness…
I promise to return next week with a set that will blow your heart and mind and you will forgive my inability to pull it together at 7:41 on this here, Thursday night.
I am so thankful that you are sticking around. It’s people like my groovy girls and Mom4Realky and Heather and Annie/Helen and Thistle and Shannon and Bonnie and I could go on and on and on… it’s people like you all that make this whole bloggity thang worth thanging…
Thank you, dear ones.
That’s all I know to say.
(but if yur readin’ this…you can call me G-Dawg…)