Possibly My Favorite Thank You Note Ever

Dear Joey–

Thank you SO much for dropping off my bitchin’ GMG ballcap at xyz Essex Ave–very sorry to have missed you, and I do hope my ferocious beastie (a brown cocker who, had I left the inner door unlocked, would have met you with a toy in his mouth and a "Follow me! I’ll show ya where she keeps the silver!" wiggle) didn’t take years off your life with his horrible snarling and barking (he didn’t make a peep, did he?!?). Ever since I saw your post that they were in, I’d been meaning to get my lazy ass out of bed to come visit at the dock and pick it up before work, but you, bless you, beat me to the punch. Thank you.

And thank you also for all the hard work and good humor you put into running a blog that is thought-provoking, informative, intriguing and always entertaining– I don’t subscribe to the local paper (I know I am evil in this) so you keep me from being completely clueless about what’s up in our amazing corner of the world. And, you consistently make me giggle– fuck those fuckers who can’t take a little salty language, talk of poon tang, or earnest debates about the best way to cover the noxious effluvia resulting from bodily functions– I’m always amazed at the holier than thou crowd who try to tell you what to do on your blog. Screw ’em all!!

Keep on rockin’, mister. One of these days I’ll get my aforementioned lazy ass to the dock to meet you face to face and grab a lobstah, till then, I am

Yours in Scatological Solidarity,

Elizabeth Manning Weilbacher

aka, "Bess Manning"