Just in case the world ends in 2012, I thought I should Be Prepared (read that like Scar from The Lion King).
To Esme the cat, I’m sorry I made you watch 1408.
To the person I stepped on at Markoff’s Haunted Forest, I’m sorry. I know the
actorsmonsters like to hide on the ground, and my foot definitely touched you. I just hope it wasn’t your face.
- To Kelloggs, I’m sorry I quit Pop-Tarts for a few months.
To the old lady I cursed while driving yesterday who proceeded to look left and right a gazillion times before crosseing a clear-for-miles intersection. You’re old, I get it.
To the cantaloupe I “carved” for Blurt, my only regret is that I couldn’t do more damage.
- To the old lady I cursed while driving yesterday who saw me say, “What the fudge!” in the rearview mirror while she proceeded to look left and right a gazillion times before crossing a clear-for-miles intersection. Stay off the road and outta my way.
If something should happen to me, I leave everything to Amy, except for these items:
- Smores Sprinkles to the newly engaged Whoopie
- Things Your Mother Never Told You About Sex book to Nikki
- Hot Chocolate to Blurt