Notes to the Gretchie Verse

Ebola Virus...not funny

Dearest Mother: I am excited that your 80th is about to arrive ! I wish I was there to celebrate it with you. Perhaps if you visit we can have a fabulous soiree here ? Please also remember that her name rhymes with Ebola. Although Ebola is a fatal virus, please just think of "really sick". I am sorry her name does not rhyme with a sexually transmitted disease....

Dear Alikona: Thank you for organizing mothers party. You know what you should do is send Mrs. Ebola an invitation and say that you are giving out a brick of gold as a party favor. Then again you could always say to wear church attire because the Mormon Prophet is coming. Yeah, that would surely make Mrs. Ebola left out....like you would really do that !

for a super hero...this guy is quite hot :)

Dear Twinzies: So, I don't know if you consider swimming in a pool a way to cleanse your body....well I don't. I am thinking by the first day of school we are going to have to get the clean hair, body and nails thing DOWN. Nails on a little girl just do not look fabulous. Auj short clean nails look good on tomboys too. I think even Captain American as clean nails.

I am sure eating this is safer than cancer in a can....

Dear Mrs. F: I truly have a little something something in the mail for you...tomorrow. I know you don't read my blog so here is what it contains. First, it contains about 20+ Heath Bars. I had no idea that Americans made the best tasting English Toffee....but I apparently we do. Second, a fabulous collectors pin set from the 2012 Olympics. I am sorry that those pins will arrive AFTER the Olympics but there has been major box chaos at the PO. Third, that wonderful book on English Estates. I would like to possibly visit 4 if you have the time. You could also just send me on a train and I am sure that could be just as interesting. Forth, a lovely Coca Cola keychain. I am sure that you are not a great fan of Coca Cola products, but you know..it's Atlanta. Hope you enjoy !!

Okay, so why did God create you ? To make me miserable ?

Dear Summer: I am so very happy to see you go. I type this blog sweating profusely in my office. I dread the summer next year as well. The humidity, the heat and the little bugs singing mating songs at night. So, if I open my window and start singing a song...who do you think will show up ?

Dear Body: So, I am really not happy with the way you are behaving. Could you just go with the flow and agree to the fabulous drugs I am taking. I am not happy dry heaving, sleeping and being nauseated all of the time. It's rather not productive. How am I supposed to go on holiday in October in a drug induced hell ?

 Something tells me that juicing isn't going to stop all this from happening.
Love,
Gretchie Love