Dear Kickin Husband, Being sick? Not so cool, Being sick together and thus getting to eat icees and hot chocolate to make our throats feel better? A little more rad. Thanks for always sharing, even when it hurts. Dear Tuesdays, If it wasn't for you, I may not blog on a consistent basis. You're good for me. Dear fall and October, you have transformed my little house into a pumpkin patch. I love you. Dear Mouses (aka mice) that are STILL ALIVE. We've killed a small portion of your family, we're sad about making your clan die, and would rather you just leave. Please a) start reading this blog so you can be aware of our intentions. b) pack up your little mouse bags and c) Leave forever. You can also just do C. Dear Man of my life, 4.5 hour car rides, singing in crazy falsetto to Avril Lavigne while driving (HOTT) and making out in parking lots? (Yum to the O) Makes you the coolest man ever. Please lets repeat these until we meet Jesus.
Over & Out.
P.S. Young Boys & Girls: Cooties are Real. They don't go away till your married.
* P.S. 'Tuesday's letters is originally an idea of Today's letters. Definitely check them out. They're incredible.
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