Dear Post it notes:
I can't wait to replace you all with my new planner. I get thrilled every time I can throw one of you out, one by one, but there are really just an endless pile of you. Time to Go. Additionally, buying a planner reminded me of getting a new one from high school every year, and how I loved to decorate it. I was a dork.
Dear Husband:
I take back yesterday's post. I want you to stay. This weather is cold and your warm feet (opposite of women's feet?) were the only thing that sustained me. Oh, wait. Electric blanket. Nevermind :)
Thank you being less irritable, I sincerely hope we can work this out and once I get the mouthgard my teeth grinding will stop.
Dear weather:
Um, thanks for the cold weather but wow! Way to jump from 80's to 55 in the morning. Not impressed.
Dear NYC:
Can you not be so smelly and annoying this morning? And can you not have a lady screaming on Queens Blvd below my work window, and the Cash for Gold guy not block my path as I am on my way to glorious Dunkin Donuts?
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