Dear Whistler,

I ventured out today at 3:30… much to my dismay. I am emotionally exhausted, and stick close to home these days. However my dearest friend has a baby that’s constipated, and I happen to have a wealth of purple & golden plums.

So, on a mission, I went to deliver relief.

I pulled into the 4-way stop and you whistled at me. I looked up in shock and you pointed at me and smiled.

Bless your soul… you saved my spirit today.

Awwww the whistlers…

Bless their naughty souls.