Dear Tom Selleck . . .
Shit just got real. Well, more real anyway. Funny how that happens when one year transitions into another. While yesterday was just any other day (1/2 price pint night, like any other Monday at the pub) for me, I joined the majority of the world in reflection of 2012 and in anticipation of what 2013 will bring.
It's been a big year, Tom. Really big for me. I lost a few things: my jeep, my granny, my right ovary, a sailor, and 55 pounds. I gained a lot of things: a job, a new jeep, gratitude, direction, purpose, and perspective. I like the view from here.
As you may recall, I don't make resolutions - I write mission statements. This year, while I'm working out my mission statement kinks, I'm also trying to set my own salary. I need to write myself a check I can cash someday. The problem is the amount. I'm stuck somewhere between $37,000 and $3.7 billion.
Got any suggestions, Tom? What is the going rate for celebrities these days? I'm not 100% sure how I'm going to get famous, but I'm definitely sure I will be. Soon. I feel it every time I sign my name. Like when I sign for my 4-figure (including the cents) paychecks from the pub. I tell them all I'll be famous someday, to hang onto that signature. Oddly, I think they believe me.
I also tell them you're coming to visit. But that, they don't believe. Fools. See you around the pub, Tom. Soon.
Edie B. Kuhl