A Letter to Winter

I hope you weren't expecting a poem because this is not going to be one.

Dear Winter,

Here's the thing, Winter. It's not like I haven't enjoyed having you around, because I have. I just think maybe it's time for you to go. I mean, it's been nice, but I miss the sun. 

There's another thing. When you showed up last year, all sorts of nice summer tops went on sale for much cheap. I remember days of buying sleeveless button-ups for under five dollars. And guess what, Winter? I WANT TO WEAR THEM AS SOON AS POSSIBLE. So, as much as I have enjoyed your visit, I think it's time for you to go back where you came from. Antarctica.

                                                                                See you next year
                                                                                            

The Gym

I thought about it today, and to me, it seems sort of ridiculous that there are people that pay money to use exercise equipment. Real money! You'd have to pay me to go to a gym. I could use that money on books or Cheetos. 

My Great Idea

So here's my 'great' idea. At the next yard sale, I can hang up this old poster and let people throw darts at it for like 25 cents a dart. If you hit a nose, you get a prize. Boom. Genius.