Everywhere smells like turkey. The kitchen, the family room, the office, the hallway, the bathroom, my bedroom, the porch. It’s everywhere. I cannot escape it. It’s getting past the sweatshirt I’m breathing through. My head.
Dear Authority Figure,
It usually doesn’t bother me, but it’s spelled M-e-a-g-h-a-n. Not Megan, Meagan, Meghan, or Maeghan. If you don’t know how to spell it -ask. If I’m not around, look at a directory. Or the very email address you’re sending a message to. It’s not rocket science. It’s really hard to respect you when you don’t have the common courtesy to spell my name correctly.