Momma, don't let your babies grow up to be writers. Let 'em be doctors and cowboys and stuff.
While the industry I love continues to crumble around me (glad to hear my friend, Mark, wasn't part of this latest mass layoff in Arizona), my oldest daughter has suddenly gotten the writing bug.
I stepped out of the bathroom for a minute the other day and came back to the scenario you see above. I asked Zoe, "what does that say?" Her reply: "My name is Zoe, I love Busia and I live at 457 Savannah Lane." I guess the "X" implies the missing conjunctions and modifiers.
Let's just hope she only plans to use her skills to differentiate herself from the other unable-to-compile-a-sensical-email employees in her chosen field.
(Yes, I'm back!)
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2 comments:
HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm sure that gives Busia lots of warm and fuzzy feelings inside - how sweet. I think Busia needs some of those letters for her bathtub, then she can write back to Zoe (provided somebody is there to take pictures of course.) :)
Love,
Cindy
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