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Dear L’s Music Teacher, I’d love to know what you were wearing yesterday that made L tell me you looked like “a piece of bologna with white stripes”. I feel like maybe it was just a peach shirt or something? But he didn’t think it was a bad thing. Just an observation. (And for the record, I would like to say that I have met his music teacher, who seems like a super cool young guy).
Dear WB, We need to do something about your dislike of shopping carts. Well, it’s not the carts you dislike. It’s sitting in them. Sadly you are too little (I think) to actually push your own little shopping cart around the store and “shop” with me, but we gotta figure something out because you are a little escape artist.
Dear Big Doggy and Little Doggy, Well, it looks like you two are coming to Vegas with us. I *thought* that perhaps we could leave to guys home to watch the house since umm, you two alone take up half a suitcase, but clearly I thought wrong.
Dear My Allergies, Ha ha, I’m winning! You aren’t making me feel awful anymore!
Dear B, Perhaps you are on to something when you constantly note that I have horrible taste in movies. But still, I do want to watch Sharknado.
Dear My Car, I really wish you’d fill yourself up with gas. It’s not that it’s a difficult taste, it’s just that when someone else completes it for me, you tend you come back to me washed and vacuumed and I think we are both happier when that happens. Maybe B will take you this weekend…….
Dear L, Thanks for getting my flip flop out of the mud for me yesterday when we were butterfly hunting in the muddy lots. We probably shouldn’t have walked through there huh? Still it was fun till I lost my shoe.
Dear The Jersey Shore and the People of Boulder, You are all in my thoughts. So sad ;(.
