Dear Abe Age Six
How come you are blue. Are you green What color are you? I d like to now
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear abe Age Six
I love you, Abe. Thank yuo for teahing me how to talk I realy aM glad. you did. Thank you for readng to me two. I like the storie about the girl & the wood.s
Liz Beth Sheman
Dear Abe, Age Seven
Why is big Red Uncle dance in the kichen alot? Is he happy if he is then I sure do wish you are that happy. Are you sad I hope not. how come you never smilie do you not like to smile?
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear Abe, Age seven
I dont wanta go to school do I have to? I didnt like school. Do I have to go I sure hope not. How come can't you teach me how. to write?
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear abe, Age Eight
We need milk. We don't have milk in the freezer. No one will listen to me. Why don't we have any milk? Im alergic to over two per-cent milk. That's what dad says. Can you say something to dad? HB says he doesnt like milk, but he has cats. Lots and lots of them. Don't cats like milk? Please tell dad we need some milk. And eggs too. We need eggs.
Have a nice day, Liz Beth Sherman
Dear Abe, Age Nine Happy Birthday Abe! I heard how you were born. Is it like being adopted? My brother was adopted. He said it was weird. I wish I were adopted, and you were my bother, and HB too, and dad was my real dad, so that I always did live here too. Any way, I hope you like vinila cake. It's good. Can you eat it? I made it myself. If you cant that's ok. Dad got you a book, don't tell on me for saying. Please? Happy Birthday.
Have a nice day,
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear Abe, Age Thirteen
Im sorry if Im ranting on about this, but I really need to blow off some steam. (Ha ha ha ha ha, funny!) Bad things today:
1. I broke my camera. 2. Burnt hotel carpet. 3. Dad caught me smoking with Hb. 4. Officially not allowed to wear miniskirt. (AHH!) 5. Hb is in Italy. 6. I just spraint my ankle in the gym. 7. It's my birthday. 8. I just failed my geography test.
Blah blah blah, I could go on, but I won't, to save you the drama.
Any way, what I was going to say, is that I loved the collection of Edgar Allen Poe you gave me! That guy is so creepy, and I could just hug him really tight and never let go, like Roosevelt. (A/n Read my future projects, and you'll understand) Dad got me some fake pearls, and said I can wear those until I turn sixteen. I said," What's the point? What happens .. are they flammable?" The usual practicalities. He sighed, and told me to stop being pessimistic. Is that really possible? Oh, I guess you do that all the time. Ya know, I feel really guilty. The last time I wrote you a birthday card, home made, was in second grade. .. Wow. Well, I promise from now on I'll make my own, instead of buying one from the shop. Im sorry, very very very sorry!
What books are you reading? Wait, .. Why don't I just come visit later? Expect me around four, because I have school until three. Sorry to rant so much, very, very, sorry!
Have a nice day,
Liz.
Dear Abe, Age Fourteen
Father has officially given up on me not smoking. (Does small victory dance) That's what he gets for telling a pyromaniac she can't play with paper and nicotine. I hope he doesn't get too mad when he sees what Fluffy, HB'S cat did on his desk .. uh oh .. oops. Your not asking yourself why this happened, I know, you know, okay .. Moving on, how are you? I miss you so much, here at home. What is Italy like? How come every body is always ditching me for Rome? (Don't you dare say it Abe! If I hear," All paths lead to Rome" one more time .. I might just happen to leave this Cigarette in a very naughty place to pollute the ocean and trees .. and such?)
Didn't go to church on sunday. When doesn't Father drag me to church? Sometimes I wonder if HB was normal looking, if he would get to go or not. It's sad. He doesn't get to go. Says he went to one once, and it was stuffy, and dusty, and had lots of incense so his eyes started to get allergies and he cried too. Well, I stayed this sunday to visit with him, and of course smoke. Chain smoking that is synchronized, what else? He takes a breath, I take a breath. It looks funny. You should come see us, the freaks, chain smoking, some day.
I hear you got yourself a girl friend from the CIA, FBI, IRS, or something like that. Red hair, green eyes, pretty, tall. Do I get an aunt now? I hope so. My advice: Smile and chain smoke. Also, talk about cars like all the guys I know. What, do they think that works or something on us girls or something? I don't get it. Oh well. Is she nice? She'd have to be. On the bright side, who wouldn't want to snog a cool looking dude that can stick his hand in front of you and know everything you've ever felt or seen? That's pretty awesome, if you ask me. Better then some deformed midget that walks around burning down your carpets and letting cats piss all over your office if she gets mad. Ha ha ha ha ha, it's the truth, sadly.
Hope this has made you laugh as much as me, have a nice day, Liz.
How come you are blue. Are you green What color are you? I d like to now
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear abe Age Six
I love you, Abe. Thank yuo for teahing me how to talk I realy aM glad. you did. Thank you for readng to me two. I like the storie about the girl & the wood.s
Liz Beth Sheman
Dear Abe, Age Seven
Why is big Red Uncle dance in the kichen alot? Is he happy if he is then I sure do wish you are that happy. Are you sad I hope not. how come you never smilie do you not like to smile?
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear Abe, Age seven
I dont wanta go to school do I have to? I didnt like school. Do I have to go I sure hope not. How come can't you teach me how. to write?
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear abe, Age Eight
We need milk. We don't have milk in the freezer. No one will listen to me. Why don't we have any milk? Im alergic to over two per-cent milk. That's what dad says. Can you say something to dad? HB says he doesnt like milk, but he has cats. Lots and lots of them. Don't cats like milk? Please tell dad we need some milk. And eggs too. We need eggs.
Have a nice day, Liz Beth Sherman
Dear Abe, Age Nine Happy Birthday Abe! I heard how you were born. Is it like being adopted? My brother was adopted. He said it was weird. I wish I were adopted, and you were my bother, and HB too, and dad was my real dad, so that I always did live here too. Any way, I hope you like vinila cake. It's good. Can you eat it? I made it myself. If you cant that's ok. Dad got you a book, don't tell on me for saying. Please? Happy Birthday.
Have a nice day,
Liz Beth Sherman
Dear Abe, Age Thirteen
Im sorry if Im ranting on about this, but I really need to blow off some steam. (Ha ha ha ha ha, funny!) Bad things today:
1. I broke my camera. 2. Burnt hotel carpet. 3. Dad caught me smoking with Hb. 4. Officially not allowed to wear miniskirt. (AHH!) 5. Hb is in Italy. 6. I just spraint my ankle in the gym. 7. It's my birthday. 8. I just failed my geography test.
Blah blah blah, I could go on, but I won't, to save you the drama.
Any way, what I was going to say, is that I loved the collection of Edgar Allen Poe you gave me! That guy is so creepy, and I could just hug him really tight and never let go, like Roosevelt. (A/n Read my future projects, and you'll understand) Dad got me some fake pearls, and said I can wear those until I turn sixteen. I said," What's the point? What happens .. are they flammable?" The usual practicalities. He sighed, and told me to stop being pessimistic. Is that really possible? Oh, I guess you do that all the time. Ya know, I feel really guilty. The last time I wrote you a birthday card, home made, was in second grade. .. Wow. Well, I promise from now on I'll make my own, instead of buying one from the shop. Im sorry, very very very sorry!
What books are you reading? Wait, .. Why don't I just come visit later? Expect me around four, because I have school until three. Sorry to rant so much, very, very, sorry!
Have a nice day,
Liz.
Dear Abe, Age Fourteen
Father has officially given up on me not smoking. (Does small victory dance) That's what he gets for telling a pyromaniac she can't play with paper and nicotine. I hope he doesn't get too mad when he sees what Fluffy, HB'S cat did on his desk .. uh oh .. oops. Your not asking yourself why this happened, I know, you know, okay .. Moving on, how are you? I miss you so much, here at home. What is Italy like? How come every body is always ditching me for Rome? (Don't you dare say it Abe! If I hear," All paths lead to Rome" one more time .. I might just happen to leave this Cigarette in a very naughty place to pollute the ocean and trees .. and such?)
Didn't go to church on sunday. When doesn't Father drag me to church? Sometimes I wonder if HB was normal looking, if he would get to go or not. It's sad. He doesn't get to go. Says he went to one once, and it was stuffy, and dusty, and had lots of incense so his eyes started to get allergies and he cried too. Well, I stayed this sunday to visit with him, and of course smoke. Chain smoking that is synchronized, what else? He takes a breath, I take a breath. It looks funny. You should come see us, the freaks, chain smoking, some day.
I hear you got yourself a girl friend from the CIA, FBI, IRS, or something like that. Red hair, green eyes, pretty, tall. Do I get an aunt now? I hope so. My advice: Smile and chain smoke. Also, talk about cars like all the guys I know. What, do they think that works or something on us girls or something? I don't get it. Oh well. Is she nice? She'd have to be. On the bright side, who wouldn't want to snog a cool looking dude that can stick his hand in front of you and know everything you've ever felt or seen? That's pretty awesome, if you ask me. Better then some deformed midget that walks around burning down your carpets and letting cats piss all over your office if she gets mad. Ha ha ha ha ha, it's the truth, sadly.
Hope this has made you laugh as much as me, have a nice day, Liz.