Dear Profusely Bleeding Toe,
Thanks for not producing pain in proportion to your blood loss. That was a welcome surprise when I looked down to see you gushing.*
No Really, Google,
I couldn't do it without you. Thanks.
Dear Going to Bed In The Tens,
You are so rare that when you occur, I could maybe die* of happiness. That or sleep for eight hours straight (which is basically the same thing).
Thanks for being such an amazing word. When Aunt Connie called me one at that wedding, I got to thinking about what a great word you really are. You and your close cousin: vixen.
I love you. I love the peace, the quiet, the calm. Thanks.
Dear Anyone Who Ever Calls Me Skinny,
Thanks. It's my favorite word.
Thanks for being a place I can tell people I'm leaving at the end of the day. They always think I'm injured and/or dying, but really, I'm just done with clinical.
*slight (or severe) exaggeration may be noted