greetings from camp sare & mo

mo: dear sarah,
i love you!
but alas, i love food more
love,
michele

sare: dear michele,
i totally get where you are coming from.
love,
sarah's tummy

mo: dear sarah's tummy,
what did you do with sarah?
love,
michele's brain that thinks things

sare: dear michele's brain that thinks things,
I have essentially taken over where her higher functions have failed.
QUICK! 987 divided by 8!
love,
sarah's tummy

mo: dear sarah's tummy,
that's was mildly unfair because as i told u earlier i'm hungry. luckily, there was a calculator nearby and the answer is 123.375. i really didn't need to take any math in school, MOM. (sorry, my mom isn't here but maybe somewhere she's actually figured out the 'internets' and will read this.
love,
michele's fingers and brain that thinks things
ps - please pretend i put in a )

sare: dear michele's fingers and brain that thinks things,
meomeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmeowmewmewmewmewmewmeow yawn.
love,
a kitten

mo: dear kitten,
oh, come here! i kisses u.
love,
michele as a 4 year old
ps - i go now because 4 years are more hungry than mere adults

sare: meow