Dear Paul, Thank the sweet lord you are on your way home today.
Dear Single mothers, I tip my hat to you. Taking care of a little one solo is no effing joke. I am incredibly grateful that, although I'm alone most of the week, I have a another set of hands on the weekend that help to restore my sanity and help lighten the load.
Dear Big Brother, I freaking love you. I am so ecstatic that the remainder of my summer has you on the calendar 3 nights a week!
Dear ADT installer guy, Please, if you'd be so kind as to blow that last puff of smoke from your Marlboro outside and NOT in my foyer, that'd be greeeeeat. Kthanks.
Dear Old Bag of Nails, I am really excited to eat at your establishment tonight for the first time. Do you think it'd be ridic if I ordered the beer battered pickles, spinach artichoke dip, french onion soup AND the wedge salad?
Dear Elena, I cannot believe all that you've learned in the past week. Signing like crazy...more, all done, I love you. You seem to comprehend everything I say. Taking your first steps. Saying your first word besides Dada. Even if it wasn't Mama, I know Lola is super pumped. You completely amaze me.
Dear TJ Maxx, I'm sorry I never gave you the time of day. After yesterday I've learned the error of my ways. I'll be back. Bible.
Dear muffin top, It. Is. OVER. I am officially breaking up with you. I'm sick of looking at you. Sick of you consuming too many of my thoughts. Sick of you photo bombing every picture of me. It is time for you to vacate the premises. Buh Bye.
Dear body, If muscle memory really exists, could you please remember back to my 2003 body. I'd like that one back. Much appreciated.
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