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Dear Garage Sale, You better be worth it because frankly, I am already over you and you haven’t really even started yet.
Dear Nicole, I still don’t know who you are, but I hope you got your flowers. I have confirmed that they were not for my neighbor named Nicole, although I did get her Edible Arrangements delivered here yesterday (I returned that though).
Dear L, When I caught a glimpse of you feeding your brother his milk and fruit the other day when I was getting your food ready, I about melted. OMG. It was so sweet watching you two. Your Daddy and I just stood and watched and smiled. You.are.the.best.
Dear Buddy, Stop trying to eat frogs. Just stop.
Dear Labor Day, How are you already next weekend? Seriously. I am just not prepared for summer to be over. At all.
Dear Detroit Tigers Tickets, Why can’t I easily buy you anymore? Must I use Stubhub so my husband and 5 year old can go to a game this season? I will if I have to, but it annoys me. Perhaps I should plan in advance, but I’m just not that prepared.
Dear B, Can you hang up my nail polish holders for me? PLEASE.
Dear WB, I swear, I am going to get pictures of you up on the wall before you notice, that well, there aren’t any. I just need to get them ordered. Oh and I need to pick out which ones I want too.
