Dear Global Warming,

I know you have a bad rep, but after spending a year with you in Scotland... I've gotta say that you're kind of growing on me. I'm not exactly on Team GW yet, but I'll tell you what -- another month or two of these clear, sunny, 60 degree days and I'm yours! :)

Do something about the 24 hour sunlight and the gale force winds, and I'll have t-shirts made up. (Just something to think about.)

Gratefully Warm,

Lesley

Dear Irish Boss,

Dear Irish Boss,

I've been thinking it over, and you're right. Shirking responsibility for all of your mistakes onto me is a great idea. I mean sure, you have to lie a little. And ok, I sit three feet away from you all day shooting death at you with my eyes. But just look at what you get in return: You get to sit in ease, sipping coffee, losing things, dissing America and being generally rude while I do all the work and clean up behind you. Come to think of it, you are a genius! I wish I had thought of it first. I obviously have much to learn of your Leprechaun ways.

Counting the days until I no longer work for you,

Lesley