Dear Blue Scissors,
I love you. You make cutting things so very easy. I was very upset when I thought I lost you last week. I tried other scissors at home and at work and none could take your place. They would not cut even, they would not cut at all, they were inadequate.
Now I carry you around in my purse. Wherever I am, there you are. Someday I think this will bite me in the butt. Perhaps at a store who's metal detector goes off, a bank thinking I'm trying to rob them with my precious scissors, or an airport who thinks I don't want my plane and myself to reach it's destination safely....But for now I am perfectly happy carrying you around because when I need to cut something I know I have you.