Just A Few Letters

Dearest Baby of Mine,

I don’t understand how you wake up when I yawn, but can stay asleep while the upstairs neighbors drop heavy wooden boxes onto the wooden floor. But I appreciate that quality in you.


Dear Upstairs Neighbor,

Seriously WHAT are you doing up there? Is there a stampeding elephant problem? Are you reinforcing the house with steel beams? Are you wearing wooden clogs? Why are you dropping lots of heavy boxes (or something else?) onto your wooden floor while I nap? I am confused. And also wish you would stop.


Dear letter d button on my keyboard,

I am always nice to you. I use you enough, but not too much. Please stop being sticky because I don’t want to throw this entire computer into the lake. Ok, I do want to, but shouldn’t.


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3 Responses to Just A Few Letters

  1. Sarah says:

    I have the same problem, amn it.

  2. Brower Family says:

    Dear Kelsey,
    I really don’t think you understand how much I enjoy reading your posts. I sit here and laugh out loud at my computer screen while reading what you have to say. Please don’t ever quit being so funny. I love it.
    Thank you.

  3. Cheryloxx says:

    I love your letters to people, places, and inanimate objects. Hysterical!


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