Dear Mr. Johnson
It seems to me you were in an awfully big hurry to get out the door today. You began the morning with your oft-used ‘I have a meeting’ warning, letting us all know you weren’t going to be sticking around.
Even though you don’t teach on Tuesdays.
I didn’t think anything about your abrupt departure. You’re a busy man after all. (Remember that!) But then I took a peek at the Google calendar.
You didn’t have a meeting until 2pm. Yet you left several hours before. Was gibt? Is Calgary transit really that slow?
Did the Easter egg (fiasco) fun get on your nerves? Did the persistent weeping and gnashing of teeth make you want to gnaw on your fist until your hands were raw and bleeding? Did you step on straight pins or chunks of lasagna or lose patience with the baby’s inability to be in a happy state unless held for very long?
Or was that just me?
I forgot to tell you – I have an all-day meeting tomorrow, starting at 8am.
The DVD’s are downstairs.
Oh, and p.s., I bought extra eggs and dye.
So we can make our own Easter eggs. Without anyone yelling at us about un-sticky tape and color choices and cracked eggs.