Dear Grandpa
Dear Grandpa,
If you are reading this you have successfully turned on your computer, connected to the internet, opened a browser, typed in this address and read my blog. Nice. I just wanted to let you know that, yes, I swear. I sometimes say, “damn” or “shit” or “why is that guy such a fucking douche bag?” and, well, I’m sorry. I know you didn’t think I swore, what with me saying nice things at Christmas and Thanksgiving like “I’m doing great” and “Pass the sweet potatoes” and “Tell me again about that time in the 40s…” Please don’t think less of me for using such disgusting language. Sometimes I just need to express frustration and other times because I think it’s funny. Maybe just call me and I’ll read you all the posts, damnbiotchfuck free.
Love,
Granddaughter that swears sometimes
(This isn’t me and my grandpa. It’s Edmund Gwenn and Natalie Wood)
