Dear Lady in the parking garage elevator at Bellevue Square on Saturday,
Thank you for knowing that I was pregnant and not fat, I love you.
Dear guy picking his nose and swerving into my lane on the freeway,
Yuck. And please don’t make me die for such a stupid reason.
Dear Midwife who told me to eat more food,
You are the best. I raise this Oreo as a toast in your honor.
Dear Group Health Parking Lot architect,
You need to go back to school and try again.
Those spots wouldn’t fit Geos,