Me and a couple of the boyz waz worried bout you. tooks this pitchur so's youz coud see we waz worrid. I ain't in the pitchur.
Dearest TSG - Official Stalker of Sher,
Easy there baby. Don't go getting all kinds of worried over me. I'm all good. I've been hanging out doing the three things I do best: drinking, eating frosting, and getting married.
Please note were it not for #1, I wouldn't be nearly as successful at #3. Number 2 is just 'cause I like it like that.
I realize I should be writing. This I know. However, things have been decidedly unfunny in my life lately. Not to worry. It's not like anything particularly wicked is going on. I just am not all a giggle. I think it's the lack of clowns in my daily diet.
My motto has always been when life hands you lemons, eat a clown cause they taste funny. Well actually my motto has always been marry 'em first, ask questions later.
But then again you already know that about me.
I'll be back soon. No worries Honey. Not for nothing, but could you put in a word for me with the guy in that picture with the sweet sleeves? I'm diggin' on his hair and his come hither look. I would so go hither for him.
Here's a Blip for you TSG 'cause I know you love me anyway.
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