A Few Letters:
Dear Bloggers with music that automatically comes on,
Help me out! I've snuck out of my kids' room, hoping they didn't notice, to check a few blogs, when I come to your blog and a BLAST of music (that I may or may not like) comes on and alerts my kids that I am, indeed, not laying by them anymore. Will you please let me just push play if I want to hear your totally awesome music? Please? So I don't have to go back into my kids' room?
Dear Katie and Lance,
Since Jones pooped his pants twice today at my house, I'm now convincing Parley to come over to your house and do you the same favor. Have a great day!
Dear Grumpy Mailman,
I've tried to be your friend by thanking you and being friendly, but you're still grumpy. So I joined Netflix.
Dear Big O Tires,
Everybody hates buying tires.
Dear Dansko Sissy Sandal,
Why do you have to be so expensive?
Don't poor people deserve style and comfort too? You'd look so good with my white nylons! (kidding all ya'll)