Letter #23 – Dad Saves the Day

Hi Nate:
“9.” Theodore said, “This is that last number, and then everyone’s snoring tonight.”
“Theodore, wait!” Dad said.
“Now what?” Theordore said. “Don’t you get it? I’m not interested in being your Snore, anymore.”
“But I may have something else you would be interested in.”
“And what could that possibly be?” Theodore said. Continue reading


Letter #18 – Snoring is not music to anyone’s ears

Hi Nate:
So once your Dad and I realized that Theodore was headed for Ravinia, we quickly dressed and dashed outside to see what he was up to. We were just outside of Ravinia’s gates, with no Theodore in sight, when we heard a tell tale sign over Ravinia’s speaker system
“Chonnnnnnnnnnnnkkkkk, chhhink, chhhink, chonnnnnnnkkkkk.”
Your Dad and I looked at each other and said, “Theodore.” Continue reading


Think Twice Before you Irk a Snore

Hi Nate:
So when we last left off, I had woken up screaming from my nightmare.
“Thank goodness!” Your Dad said.
I still hadn’t recovered from the nightmare and was breathing heavily. “I,” heavy breath, “wish you’d” heavy breath, “show a little more sympathy.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry. So where’s Theodore?”
“I’m right here, you conniving, manipulative humans.” Continue reading


Worst. Nightmare. Ever.

Hi Nate:
Worst. Nightmare. Ever.
And it had been a fairly normal and uneventful day. I went to work. I came home. We ate dinner. Your Dad prepared some delicious spicy tacos, and encouraged me to have an extra helping. I cleaned the dishes. Then, I did laundry. There was a lot of laundry. In fact, way more than I expected given that you and your brother are away for the summer. That put me in a foul mood. And I swear your Dad put some clean laundry in there just so I would have extra laundry to do.

So, I finally finished folding my fourth load, and decided that the rest could wait until the morning. I went upstairs, and crawled into bed. I was completely exhausted. Your Dad started talking to me about how a few summers back our socks threatened to take over the world, but I could barely keep my eyes open. He then started singing off key for some odd reason — poor Dad, he just can’t hold a tune. I didn’t even have the strength to tell him to knock it off. I just rolled over and closed my eyes.

And then it started. Continue reading