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 work! I just wanted to let you know that, yes, I swear. I sometimes say, “damn” or “shit” or “why is that guy such a dbag?” and well, I’m sorry.
I know you didn’t think I swore, what with me saying only pleasant 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, Grandpa, don’t think less of me for occasionally using disgusting language and remember my 3 year-old self who tap danced and said the Pledge of Allegiance.
Love,
Granddaughter
(This isn’t me and my grandpa. It’s Edmund Gwenn and Natalie Wood)
