On the little things (10/22/18)

Hi Daddy,

Today was the first day I felt like myself (not counting Morocco). It wasn't all day, but at work this afternoon I actually wanted to be there. As soon as I got in the car to go home I wanted to call you and tell you.

I had the thought to give you a call 6 times on the drive home, and each time I had to remind myself that I couldn't. Not because you were at a meeting, at a protest, or left your phone at home, but because you can never answer your phone again. This is making me cry right now, and I wanted to focus on other things in this entry.

Daddy, here is a list of all the little things I've wanted to call or text you about in the past few days-

  • I'm going to be at the Churwin's for the first night of the World Series, but DON'T WORRY, I will not be in the same room (or on the same floor) as the TV. 
  • The other night, I was at a restaurant and an old man walked by and he totally farted SO LOUD he probably shit his pants. It was definitely him because no one else was around.
  • Who was it that sang the song, "Eepth, Eyepth, Gimme a piece a pie, pfft" song? I'm wish I could hear you sing it again. Is it on video somewhere?
  • Amazon.com has stopped responding to my emails, I refuse to use their website until they get back to be about 1) removing the "Alexa Ads" from my account and/or 2) The respond with a solution, and not a BS copy/pasted answer. 
  • I emailed Jeff Bezos, AGAIN, today. 
  • What should I be for Halloween?
  • I don't feel good. 
  • I saw a snot bubble and it made me think of you :) 
  • I am writing this entry on Zac Hanson's birthday! 
  • When can you and mom come down for dinner?
I love you, Daddy. I miss you a lot. 

Love, 

Alexa

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