As most of you know I live in a delightful oasis called Staten Island, New York. An inconvenient jerk named Irene is on her way to throw a wrench into my weekend plans and probably sink us into the ocean since we are already below sea level. Since I’m notorious for always waiting until the last minute to do anything I will be running around the island looking for gas for my car, bread for my tummy, liquor for my sanity since I am going to stay with my parents and grandmother while the hurricane strikes and a life jacket because I’m super lazy and if we are flooded out I want to be able to just float in the waters effortlessly while waiting to be rescued. With that being said, I’m not going to have time to write a long blog this week BUT I wanted to share something with you that I came across while clearing out some old documents on my computer.

Last year my brother was in the hospital. Every day after him I would go into this little prayer room next to his unit to say a quick prayer and of course to be nosy and thumb through this note pad that people write in asking God for favors. The letters were pretty much all along the same lines of:

“Dear God, Please heal so and so…,”

Then to my delight I came across the most amazing letter to God written by a thirty-six year old man named, Colin.

After reading the letter, I stood there smiling from ear to ear. Colin doesn’t know it but I will find him one day and we WILL become best friends! Just from reading his genius letter to God, I am able to tell that he would be highly capable of entertaining me for hours on end. The only question I had was why this bitey fish hater put his age after his signature.  I’m pretty sure God knows how old you are, Colin. Maybe he signs all of his letters like that. I will never know. It’s one of life’s mysteries similar to the mystery of how Paris Hilton keeps getting television producers to give her her own reality shows. Mind boggling!

Thanks for the laughs Colin! Stay dry everyone!