We had to write love letters to ourselves for Yoga class, which is my P.E. for this quarter. Fun stuff. Here's my lovely letter.
Dearest Priscilla, how I love you. You are truly the woman for me. You are more beautiful than Hillary Clinton. Your hair cascades down your shoulders like a herd of wild goats stampeding down Mount Everest. Your eyes are two tubs of blue Jell-O. Your teeth are like white Chicklets. Your lips are the color of strawberry jam on toast. Your nose turns up like the ski jump of love. Your breasts are like two pinheads on a breadboard. Your figure is like a beanpole in the Garden of Eden. Marry me.
Your not so secret admirer
I hope Ms. Childers has a good sense of humor. XD
