Sunday, April 30, 2017

Telling jokes

My Dear Zuzu,

In my dreams last night, it was your 6th birthday party. You were so delighted w getting everyone's attention that you announced you had a joke to tell, one you'd written yourself.

"How did the drunk man tell the perfect joke? ...

"He didn't! It was too late!"

And you giggled and giggled and giggled.

I remember thinking in the dream, ah, you would have been a writer and performance artist.

Love you millions, miss you all ways...

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