It's not so much "whatever that means." It's whoever...

"Dear Elder Cannon: you are hereby called to serve as a missionary for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are assigned to labor in the Colombia Bogota North Mission. It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 24 months...You will prepare to preach the gospel in the Spanish language... "

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Happy Birthday, dear Jessica...

I've probably said this before, but when I try to rhyme my poetry, it's not usually any good. Why do I do it, you ask? I don't know. Maybe I just have one of the most amazing, talented sisters in the whole freaking world, and wanted to let her know.

Here you go, Jess. :)

Dearest sister, it's your birthday.
One year older. Seventeen.
You've got skills, better than Monet.
Painting like I've never seen!
Here's to you, sis. Happy Birthday!
Don't work, that would be a crime.
Also you should have a partay!
Just, you know...get home on time. ;)

Love ya, sis!

Have a nice Birthday, eh?


1 comment:

    Lol - this is kind of late posting, but I thought I'd just poke my head in and say THANKS FOR THE SWEET-AWESOME POEM!!! :D And that you're the bestest, biggest brotherest on the planet!!! (and no, that's not a fat joke... mostly ;)
    For reals - this really made my day. :D But I am TOTALLY gonna miss ya when you leave for Columbia and have a bunch of fun adventures without me! :(
    Keep up your awesome, rock-sock-ness. :D
    Luv ya bro!