Dear 3 1/2 year old, If you could be a lamb and stop getting in trouble at school, that would be fabulous. You're awesome, ya see, but your strong willed personality is kinda over the top. Yes, I realize that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree and all. Really though, if you could seriously simmer down, that'd be great.
Dear Trader Joe, Where oh where is the almond butter!?!? I'm borderline stalking you at this point.
Dear Target, Why does your seasonal decor area have to be so pretty??? And blingy? And beautiful? I really want that sparkly, white, impractical wreath. Clearly, I'm gonna have to make it mine. And it's gonna make me have a holly, jolly holiday indeed.
Dear Hummus Plate, I'm coming for you. It's been way too long #TLF #TLA
Dear 7 year old, I can not manage this household and keep track of your Rainbow Loom at the same time. I can't. So put it in the spot where it belongs and stop asking me where your Rainbow Loom went. It's kind of making me certifiable.
Dear Lululemon, I'm kinda sad that I have to break up with you but this is bad and I was already getting kind of annoyed with you anyway. Now, I'm not saying we won't ever get back together because I have no doubt that you've got some tricks up your sleeve. But for now, I'm going back to UA, Gapfit, and Athleta. So there.
Dear Work Friend, Thanks for practically making me pee my pants in a public restaurant with stories of your sorority days. Yes, I realize my stories were no better. We really should not be allowed in public together. For realz.
Happy Friday, Lovers!
See ya back here Sunday!