Dear Neighbor who’s mail I accidentally opened. I am sorry that I assumed the obvious
clothing package was for me, and didn’t hesitate to check the name on the front…
and that I laughed at your glittery USA Olympic t-shirt purchase. I promise I will bring it to you before too
long. After I wear it around my living room first.
Dear Friend who confession of writing a song about me had to
come out the way it did. The Tomato Art
Fest is no place to have to backtrack for your band mate’s convo flub. Please let’s go back to the way things were
when I had no idea you liked me… things were less awkward then.
Dear hair on my upper lip.
Don’t think you have gone unnoticed. You embarrass me.
Dear Target, please put your knee high boots out on the
shelves already. You have them available
online so what’s the hold up? These
chunky calves (not to be mistaken for cankles) need to try those cute boots on before
making a purchase. I wouldn’t want my
online purchases to end up at my neighbor’s house like theirs do.
Dear Man that wheeled my garbage can to the road for me, I
am blown away with your act of kindness at 7:30 in the morning. Enjoy that Colt 45. You deserve it.
Dear Tennessee, your weather has been amazingly crisp and
cooling off. Thank you for this early
treat! The season change is among us and
I can’t help but think that other changes are here too… God I love fall!
Dear Blog Friends, Thank you for staying faithful to this
little growing blog. Oh how this makes
me so happy… I will probably pee my pants when I reach 100 followers. Don’t worry- I will spare pics of this
upcoming moment.
