Dear So and So

[crazybikinchic]

Dear lungs,

I know that you hate my exercizing, but I really long to get back on my bike. Everything I see is turning into cyclist going happily down the road. I would desperately like to be one of those people (or imaginations) again.

Dear B*!#% at work today,

I know that spina bifida sucks, but that does not mean that you sort of have a grandchild. That baby did not ask to be that way and most importantly, still needs and deserves the love of any normal child. And yes, it is the same as having a normal child, just a little different. I am sorry that the child is not as perfect as you, but he will still bring you joy. I suggest that you get off your high horse and figure it out.

Dear God,

Thank you for not having me come over the counter and killing that woman today.

Dear Lungs,

Thank you for not acting up when I had to get her out of my system, especially since my husband had the inhaller.

Oh yah, P.S. God,

Thank you for giving me a place to vent and laugh at the same time.