ME: (Tries to work)
MY BRAIN: Dear God:
MY BRAIN: How are you? I am fine.
MY BRAIN: Thank you for the nice sweater.
MY BRAIN: It’s a little itchy but I remember in that hymn it says your eyes are on the steel wool.
ME: I think you mean sparrow.
MY BRAIN: Well, I guess I’m running out of room…
ME: What are you writing on?
MY BRAIN: See you at the canasta tournament!
ME: You’ve been playing canasta with God?
MY BRAIN: Love, me.
ME: The least you can do is sign it.
MY BRAIN: Why? It’s God. God knows who it is. Besides, they’ll recognize my sweater.