Dear Diary,
What’s happening, baby? It’s Hanukkah and you haven’t bought anything for Spira yet. What gives? I guess I have been neglecting you, and I’m sorry. Spira’s been busy! Who do you think makes the trains run on time, anyway? Fletch promised he’d take me to Gino’s later and that’s the greatest gift of all.
What’s the plan for the Bear game tomorrow? We’re good this year – who knew?! Anyway, let’s tailgate. I’ve got a Foreman Grill I can plug into the cigarette lighter on the ’94 Saturn. Are you in?
You’re a good kid, Diary. Don’t ever change.
Love,
Spira
P.S. Stay frosty, there will be texting later!