Dear Janet,
I decided that you didn’t need a letter. It didn’t seem to be the way you rolled. No siree. If I was going to do an Ode to Janet correctly, there was only one answer…
An acrostic poem! Vertical brilliance!
Ju-jube bread baking makes you a number one friend.
Always a good sport. Think: Oompa Loompa and Scarf/Shirts.
Never complained about singing that came from the bathroom at odd hours. Celebrate good times! C’mon!
Extra special spoon collections make for hilarious souvenir hunts.
That you so very rarely judge anyone is one of your traits that I most admire.
Changed your last name from Pringle to prevent future acrostic poems from referencing your bosom as Petit est joli!
Has an amazing marriage with an adoring husband.
All-night radio show prize winner! You are the champion!
Probably the most capable (and clearly ready) of us girls to have children. You will be an awesome mother.
Mad skillz at chronicling the lives of a bunch of twentysomethings using only stick figures and captions.
Alone Now, I Think We Are. Once you downloaded this in Japanese.
Never failing to make me laugh. See: Tuning up for Homer Simpson songs, Punk Rock Good King Wenceslas and pulling your weight (pun intended!) as one half of Ethi/Opia.
That, due to geographical circumstances, we do not see each other nearly enough is a point that a) is not lost on me and b) did not make it into the acrostic poem.
Maybe it was all the fish YOU ate…
Kim
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