Dear Neurotic Brain of Mine….chillax.
The amount of people coming over tomorrow can be counted on two hands….you are
not catering a Kardashian wedding or feeding an entire little league team…you
do not need to make tacos, fajitas AND enchiladas too. Get a grip.
Dear Kiki La’Rue….why ya gotta have such cute stuffs?? I want everything in your shop…especially these little numbers….I sense some trouble brewing in the credit card department….
Dear NY weather….W. T. F.
??? Enough with the crappy rain, ok? I know
I’m spoiled from the balmy winter, but you know me, I am never satisfied, so
knock it off. Besides, all this rain is making my hair frizz up and you know
how I get when my hair frizzes up….nobody needs to see that.
Dear Benjemima….so, whining is
your new thang, huh? That’s cool. And by cool, I mean totally unacceptable and making
mommy hit the vodka a lot more than Weight Watchers probably wants me to. Let’s
rationalize here (cuz rationalization always works awesome with toddlers, yes?)....I
know our commute sucks. I hate it too, but I have to drive and concentrate and
you get to kick back in a squished out bucket seat and watch Finding Nemo and
sometimes, I even pass you goldfish. Cranking the whining up to eardrum busting
decibels is especially discouraged when mommy is exiting the HOV lane, ok?
Thank you for your cooperation. Jeez.
Dear Zac Efron….We have a date
next week. I am sneaking out of the house after bedtime to come see you, all by
myself. Be ready, hot stuff.
Dear Daisy….I really miss you
and your stinky breath. I would give just about anything to scratch you behind
your sweet, soft little ears and have you bring me my dirty sock in your mouth.
I love you, girl.
Dear Cuz….I’m proud of you, sister girl! I have always and will always look up to you for all the things a
little sister would….your amazing sense of style, your ambition and
intelligence, your beauty inside and out. we don’t talk enough, but I want you
to know that I love you very, very much and I am proud to call you mine.
Dear MCA....You were a trailblazer, and a musical genius. Your rhymes were
the soundtrack of my youth. The sound you gifted to us all will be missed,
without compare. F*CK YOU cancer. Seriously, F*CK YOU.
and last, but not least....
Dear Cinco de Mayo.....let's do this.
6 comments:
Ah that photo of Daisy is so sweet. Labs/retrievers are the best. I am with ya on cancer. Jerk.
i give up! i love me some margaritas :)
This was fun reading - I miss my old dog too - he's been gone for 3 years now... no wait, 3.5 years. wow. As far as shopping goes... I took a 'sick' day on wednesday and did some shopping therapy - no credit card was safe that day! Even though I ended up buying mostly for Julianna. Ugh I'm such a mom!!
ANd yeah the rain sucks!! Bad. Thank goodness its going to be nice this weekend... yay. Time for some yardwork and a cold cold beer.
You make me laugh:) I know your party was a blast! I hate cancer too.
Daisy!
The whining, dear God, the whining. It's unbearable isn't it? I wish I could say it gets better once they are able to verbalize there wants and needs. It doesn't. It just becomes even more whining with more drawn out words. Good god the whining.
Love you! Hope you medicated yourself this weekend with margs and sangria.
The whining makes me want to eat glass. According to the all-knowing interwebs, it passes. I'm still waiting.
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