You'll also know that the dream where no one acknowledged you because you had passed on to the spirit world was all in your head. Unless it was one of those posthumous acknowledgments and I'm the only one who saw you.... Then after a few times of meeting each other, we don't know whether to hug or shake hands because both gestures feel awkward. Plus you're still trying to figure out if you're dead and I'm supposed to learn the truth about something that will likely leave emotional scars.
I'm a little leery of this whole arrangement.
PS- I will shift from leery to optimistically cautious if you at least teach me:
a) the true meaning of the holidays
b) more about myself / how to avoid incurring your wrath
PPS- Hey "Styles of Writing" textbook that I purchased in 2003, see how I switched from "they" to "you" in the beginning of this post? Well that's occasionally going to happen 'round these parts. Also- I like dashes. Now why don't you make yourself at home near a first year humanities paper on some groundbreaking subject like ' Reading to Your Children Aids Literacy!'**
**My apologies to the writers behind Yahoo headlines. I am eagerly awaiting "Tis the Season to WASH THOSE HANDS: Winter 2009 Tips for the Common Cold."
