Dear Sharon and Dan,

I hope you’re enjoying your new life in Colorado.

I hope you’ve finally got your Internet connected.

I hope you call to hear about Allison’s Jersey Shore Party, at which I met an even creepier guy than at the last party.

I hope Dan finds a job, preferably as a percussionist.

I hope Jack is adjusting well, and has stopped spreading kitty litter all over your floor.

I hope you’re making new friends who recognize how kind you are.

I hope you’ve discovered Western wildlife to stalk, and thought of me.

I hope you know we’re all thinking about you, and missing you.

How far of a drive is Colorado from Virginia?

Megan

Dear Little Green Bug,

You showed up on my window today.

My dirty, dirty window.

Perhaps you’re a cleaning bug?

Like the fish who eat algae?

That would be quite useful.

Not that I’d use you for my own selfish needs.

Our relationship would be purely symbiotic.

Assuming you enjoy modeling and hearing about musical theatre.

I wish my colors were that bright,

Megan

There are times when my family is together and we’re not on our computers.

During that time, we’re playing Wii.

And when we Wii, we bowl.

Often at such speeds that it can’t be tracked with the human eye.

Or human camera.

The younger you are, the greater your super speed Wii ability.

Also, the curlier your hair.

Sometimes speed takes a backseat to hamming it up for the camera.

But that runs in the family too.

I’m in one of the photos on the wall

Did you notice?

Megan