An invitation of sorts.

Dear Casye's Nose Sore,

We cordially invite you...to leave. seriously. Nobody wants you here. Its not that we're trying to be unkind. it's just that...well...let's start from the beginning.

Casye is stressed enough as it is. She hardly sleeps, she sometimes fights three week chest colds, and she has to put up with a psychopath director that is some wicked cross between a 8th grade mean girl and a pterodactyl 24/7. This particular weekend she was out having a grand but exhausting time attempting to entertain 7-12 grade kids while surviving on junk food and simultaneously caring for their spiritual welfare while under the watchful supervision of a vicious man-eating dinosaur-ish sociopath. Not only that, but she ended the weekend by having to read endless run-on sentences in a blog that shall not be named (but might have something to do with writing letters to cold sores). She didn't even get to sleep on the way home. The last thing she needed was some manic cold sore showing up on the most annoying section of the nose imaginable. Why you gotta be so rude, nose sore? I mean, really.

Plus, you've ruined things for her in the future, what with you showing up in zoom lense photographs that will not deteriorate for another 50 years, if that. Besides, she's got yet another weekend like the one mentioned above and the last thing she needs is a perpetual stigma to kind of need to sneeze, but not really. You've made yourself unforgettable--but not in a good way. fail, nose sore. fail.

We've tried to be kind, nose sore. I can't believe you missed all the subtle hints. obviously the occasional scratch wasn't going to do anything. so we moved to the next step: medication. But obviously the outrageously priced miniscule tube was not enough to get you to notice. You know what you are, nose sore? You're that guy who always wants to order desert at a restaurant when everyone else is full and wants to go home.

And this isn't one of those RomCom weird plots where we ask you to go but actually want you to stay and have coded it in this message somewhere hoping you would be genius and abstract enough to read between the lines. Casye really just doesn't like you. And her life would have a lot better quality if you would be emotionally (well, and physically) attached to someone else.

So really, Nose Sore. This is the last time we're asking politely. Let's not make a scene. The door's where you came in.

Sincerely,

Melinda and Casye

P.S. Kelley has voted you off the island as well.