Sarah Morgan
Dear Blog,
I’ve been neglecting you this week. I’m so sorry. It’s not your fault. Forgive me?
Dear Gym,
I miss you too.
Dear Doctor,
I haven’t been able to hear out of my right ear since I was out all day in the wind on Saturday. Do grown-ups get ear infections?
Dear English Language,
I hate it when people use “gift†as a verb. How can I make this stop?
Dear Santa,
If I promise to be really, really good for the next three weeks and not ask for anything ever, ever again, will the election turn out the way I hope?
Dear Guy with the Podcast on Improving Time Management,
When you tell me to shut everything off and do nothing for the next hour while I listen to you, I begin to suspect that you and I do not live in the same plane of reality. But when you tell me that your goal is to keep your inbox below 42 messages – and I have SEVEN – I realize that that the best time management is probably just shutting you off.
Dear News Media,
If I hear the phrase “Wall Street to Main Street†one more time, I will not be responsible for my actions. Fair warning.
Dear Jon Stewart,
I love you.
Dear Global Economic Crisis,
The only up side I can see is that it’s possible that you’ll push more companies with strapped marketing budgets into social media. Poverty breeds creativity, right? (In which case, judging by my latest 401(K) statement, I’m about to bust out in some Stephen-Hawking-level genius any moment now.)
Dear Pharmaceutical Industry,
It’s okay, you don’t need to figure it out anytime soon. We’ve got plenty of… oh wait.
The worse the markets perform, the more follow requests I get on Twitter. Funny how that works…
This post was hilar.
Dear Sarah,
Am I going to get a “Dear Megan” letter about my abbreviation of hilarious?
Love,
Megan
Tis is great. my blog and I are not talking right now. Perhaps you could intervene and write it a note for me and see if it wants to reconcile? “Social Mediation.”