Dear guardian angels:
I’d like to give you something wonderful, something to make your job seem a little brighter, a gift to show you how amazing you are. I’d love to write you a brilliant blog post, but in order to do that, I’d have to be brilliant.
So you’ll have to settle for a celebratory lasagna and maybe some cheesecake. Except that you don’t eat. I know.
There’s just nothing else I can say about it, really. I’m very glad you guys are around, and I’m so very glad God assigned you here.
If I come up with a brilliant idea for a weblog entry later, I’ll post it. But I know what normally happens when I come up with a brilliant idea, so maybe it’s for the best that I just gave you this cromulent little post.
I love you guys. But you know that, don’t you? I hope so.