Ahhhh Friday, you slippery, elusive little devil….we’ve got our hands on you again and not a moment too soon, huh? Good lord. Ok then…..this can only mean one thing? It’s time for Friday’s letters…
Dear Picasso (aka Benny),
Thank you, sweet boy, for the gorgeous mural you so lovingly drew on our bedroom wall in green crayon this morning. It is, truly, a masterpiece and will cause me great strife when I take to it with elbow grease and a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser tonight. Never stop creating, my love….but try not to do it on the walls anymore unless it’s really, really necessary in the name of artistic expression, k?
Dear Chalene Johnson,
Thanks for the workout this morning, hooker. I’m sore already. But, I feel good, so even though I called you a hooker, the thanks were sincere.
Dear Affro-de-humidity I’m rockin’ today,
Please don’t get any bigger. You already have your own climate. Thanks.
Dear NYC Color Run,
Why ya gotta be sold out?? My weekend opened up and I was so pumped to get registered and….no….so totally bummed. Not that I was in any way, shape or form prepared to tackle a 5k right now…I get winded taking out the garbage these days, so maybe it’s for the best but next year? I’m making you my bitch.
Dear Erin Condren Planner,
You’re still not here. Not cool. I’m starting to twitch.
Have a great weekend everybody!!!