letters unsent

Dear town of Waterloo,

I know it's the first real snow of the season, but that doesn't mean you don't have to plow the sidewalks. Perhaps nobody has informed you of the snowfall yet, in which case I would like to say that the real joy of snow may be in snowball fights and fort-building, but in all practicality I would like to be able to walk rather than wade to school.

Sincerely,

Emily Anson

***

Dear kitten sitting on my printer,

I get the feeling that you don't want me to write my essay. The reason I think this is the calculated way you are staring at me with those grey-green eyes, and also the fact that when I tried to remove you from your perch, you put a paw on my face and began to groom my nose.
While such attentions would usually be welcomed, I simply must finish this paper before 5:30, and your adorable orangeness is just too distracting.

With respect,

Emily Anson

***

Dear overheard MSN conversation,

I have decided not to be offended by the 'fancy boots are not the boots of justice' comment. I am comfortable with the fanciness of my boots, and although some kimmies may find them fashionable, I still feel that overall they serve the purpose of keeping me warm from toe to mid-calf. I also must add that if I wished, I could stomp up some riotous hell.

With love,

Emily Anson