dear husband: life throws some rough curve balls huh?! good thing today is friday! dear hudson: I will not allow you to turn two. I will not allow you to turn two. it can't happen. I won't let it happen. [I have two more weeks of telling myself this over and over, before it's going to happen.]
dear bipolar weather: figure it out please. dear boise: why do you have to be so incredibly amazing every single time we go, that it's so incredibly hard to come home?! dear white chocolate mousse: you are heaven. the end. dear blogland: why can't we all just be friends. seriously, things have been so negative lately, and it's all anybody is talking about.
can I get an AMEN?
dear moving: I hate you. dear packing: I hate you even more. dear moving down the sidewalk: I hate you the most. dear blog: because of the last three "dears"...you are neglected.