To the Wipeout contest dubbed "Kindergarten Kate,"
Sweet, sweet girl. I love that you're a participant this week. Wow. Big red balls are, like, my dream, too. I hope your parents are super proud cause the idea of watching good-hearted American educators leap from a foam platform onto a swinging pile of Cheerios does my heart good.
P.S. Cereal's a bitch on the complexion. But that milk should make your knees and toes, knees and toes, silky smooth come Monday morning.
Thanks for turning this whole thing around, Kate. I just might learn to love Japanese games shows.
Sincerely,
Sally B.
Sally B. is a nickname my uncle gave me. It's how I'd sign all my notes, cards, Highlights artwork and my My Little Pony collection. It was cute when I was 8. So sue me if I'd like to go back to a time when coloring, jelly shoes and Easy Bake Ovens were in.
