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Dear Fro-Yo, You finally happened yesterday (in the freezing cold and snow) and you were fabulous. And, better yet, it was BOGO FROYO! What? Not only did I get to go on a little date with just L, we got a deal too!
Dear Target Toy Clearance, I think I am going to be able to resist you this year. And I am quite happy about that.
Dear Parenthood, You are a good show. Lots going on and I never did catch up on all the back episodes, but I really like you.
Dear NFL Playoffs, I also really like you. I don’t know why, but I was listening to sports talk radio the other day in the car (who am I?) and was super into the discussion. I
Dear Clean Eating, I MUST get back on your train. I must. The less soda thing is going well (alright, it’s going “ok”), but everything else, umm, not so much.
Dear This Week, You know what, you weren’t too bad. I think everyone has adjusted to the new schedule(s) nicely and we’re going to do just fine this semester!
Dear Weekend, We have no real plans for you and that is very exciting to me.
Dear My Children, Why do you only want something when I am on the phone? It NEVER fails. Who are you talking to? I need a snack. I want to show you something. Who are you talking to? He hit me. I get off the phone and you want nothing to do with me.
Dear Justin Bieber, I am so glad you aren’t my neighbor.
Dear My Car, You stink. No, you aren’t a bad car, but you literally stink. It’s like someone left a sippy cup of milk in you. Except no one did which I think is even worse. UGH.
