MY LIfe In A Pickle Jar

surrounded by cucumbers

Thursday, October 25, 2007

An Open Letter to My Future Wife



Dear Alicia,
What are your plans for ummmm the next 50 yrs or so? Nothing? Same here. Well if you have no plans, and I have no plans, then why don't we have no plans together. I'm sure we can find a nice beach house somewhere where I can spend my days fishing and surfing and growing a sweet ass garden and you can do whatever it is that you want to do. At night we can eat whatever was caught during the day with whatever vegetables we gather from the garden. Sounds pretty sweet doesn't it? Just think this can be all of yours and all you have to do is call me. I don't want a greencard or anything like that, and I won't lock you up in my basement, I just think it would work out between us.

-Pickle