Thursday, January 8, 2009

An open letter...

To the lady who happens to take the 6:30 a.m. bus with me from the Park and Ride:

It is 6:30 in the morning. I am a pretty polite person in general, but you should be able to tell from my body language that it is too early in the morning to engage me in a conversation about the weather, the bus system, or about pretty much anything at all. Until I get in a cup of coffee and my run, you are dead to me.

Grumpily yours,


To the driver who tried to run me over this morning:

Look left AND right before turning right on red.

See you in hell,


To the forces of nature:

Thank you. After weeks of temperatures below freezing, 40 degrees feels downright tropical.

Happily yours,


To the Bean:

Please, please, please... go back to sleeping through the night. Mommy is so tired. So tired.


With love,


post-doc said...

I love open letters - these were fantastic. And good luck with your bus buddy - we morning types are horribly chatty sometimes.

The bean-mom said...

Bean is adorable in that last picture you posted. And 40 degrees would be tropical weather for me, too.

Isis the Scientist said...

HA HA HA! Your open letters crack me up! Anyone who wants to talk at 6:30 am has a special spot in hell waiting.