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Dear Pumpkin Spice Oreos, You do smell like candles. I don’t know that you taste like pumpkin though. But you aren’t bad.
Dear L, I find it totally amusing that you sit with all the girls at lunch and come home and tell me what a “ladies man” you are. Oh how I would love to be a fly on the wall in the lunchroom to hear what you all talk about every day!
Dear Baxter, You do not scare anyone. Stop trying to be a tough guy. You have a wimpy bark and are too cute to look mean.
Dear WB, Stop getting out of your big boy bed! You get out, I see you, you yell “BIG BOY BED” and run and jump back in it as fast as you can. It’s not a game, you aren’t going to be able to sneak in the playroom without me seeing you. I’m on it kiddo.
Dear Shark Tank, Ahhh, I cannot wait for you to be on my tv tonight!
Dear Me, When did the season premier of a reality tv show become the highlight of your Friday night? You are getting old.
Dear Derek Jeter, If last night wasn’t the coolest, I don’t know what was.
Dear Technology, You really are amazing. The fact that I can talk to someone (aka B) across the world just as easily as I can call my neighbor around the block is incredible.
Dear Teen Mom, You got me again last night. Seeing Jenelle and Jace and the baby and what’s his face being all normal was so sweet. So sweet.
