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Catching up on my letter's today

A few memes this morning.

• Dear Saturday mornings,

  Why do I love thee so? Is it because of your beaming, infectious morning light? Is it because of the cozy bed and 4 pillows? Is it because of the tulips adorning my room? Perhaps the sweet aroma of breakfast food casts a spell on me. And my belly. Oh, the delishioushness of potatoes, meat, eggs, fruit, cinnamon, la la la. I'm just saying', my glorious Saturday mornings... There's nothing like waking up to the tune of Vanessa Daou whilst lying in bed with my laptop and writing. A hint of vanilla in the air and some hot breakfast tea and I think I might actually be a slave 4 u.

  Please, if you would be so kind as to bottle up your recipe for perfection and FedEx that neat little, bow-trimmed perfection this way I would greatly appreciate it (the co-workers could use a little sum'in sum'in in their morning coffee to lighten up, if you know what I mean).

  Waiting anxiously (in my cozy bed) for an answer,
  Love, Margaret



• Dear Keira,

  Oh behalf of Le Secret Story, Part Deux, LLC Inc. we here at Sopheava UneBlog, Inc. are writing to inform you that your payment in the form of one heaping paragraph is beyond expiry.

  Our associates have taken the liberty of attemtping to bribe you in to your civil duties as authoress spe-sial in the form of vast quantities of music, including rather generous portions of, but not limited to, Vanessa Daou, Lamb, and the ever incredible Alicia Keys (II). Additionally, our CEO (Miss Sopheava herself) has personally spoken with and granted you an extension on Le Secret Project.

  That was 3 weeks ago.

  Our patience is thinning, Ms. Mitchell. You have exactly 48 hours to submit at least 2 subsequent paragraphs before the commencement of Goatherder Inundation™ of all shapes, sizes is final. You will be sorry if and when that happens. Thank you in advance for your sincere cooperation, Keira.

  Best Regards,
  Sopheava UneBlog, Inc.



• Dear Stomach,

  I'd like to take this brief opportunity to thank you for your stellar performance yesterday. Let's review your victories, shall we?
  

  • 1:20pm: During an afternoon work outing, consumed 2 pieces of deep fried fish on a behemoth plate of chips (french fries to all the yanks); all glistening in vinegar and salt of course
  
  
  • 1:45pm: Since it's Friday, the brief thought of Dairy Queen ice cream runs through my mind, but only in the form of a mental note to self to be cashed in no sooner then 4:00 CST
  
  
  • 2:00pm: Meeting with Julie - holy crap it's a party for Margaret and her transfer to the IT department, which of course means ICE CREAM CAKE! Yayyyy! Wait a second, I'm full and can't eat another smidgen...
  
  
  • 2:15pm: Luckily disaster was averted when I remembered that ice cream fills in the empty cracks. One giganto piece of ice cream cake later and I'm ready for a nap (or coma, whichever comes first)

  Your effort in yesterday's sequence of events will be rewarded in a trip to the grocery store today to pick out whichever healthy foods you desire. It's springtime, so let's not forget the love had for homemade vegetable lined, quesedilla-type concoctions and fruit mixers.

  You are truly a shining star.

  All my love,
  The rest of Margaret's body