Friday, August 10, 2012
Letters Of Intent
Dear refrigerator,
No warning? It is very rude to just quit with no warning. I mean this really puts me in a pickle, because now I have to try to eat this entire jar of semi expensive pickles because I am freaking out that I may have to throw them away! I am having trouble focusing on all my other duties because I keep thinking "what am I going to do about my Dukes?"! Forget the meat in the freezer, how will I love without my Dukes!!!!! (For those of you not from the south, Dukes is mayonnaise... not just mayonnaise.... THE MAYONNAISE ) So thanks so much for leaving me in such a mess! Now all I can think about it making a pickle sandwich with tons of mayonnaise. Sigh.
Sincrely,
Couldn't Chase The Refrigerator Even If I Wanted To Because It Sure Isn't Running
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Dear Son,
When I fold a load of laundry, I kinda want it to stay folded.
Love,
The Lady Who HATES Refolding All The Laundry
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Dear Self,
Stop. Take a deep breath. Repeat. It is all going to be just fine.
Love,
The One Who Does Not Want To Look 50 When I Am 30
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2 comments:
1 - You and your mayo... I mean DUKES! Sorry about your fridge, though. Hate that. :(
2 - Are you sure Jayce isn't a cat? ;)
3 - There is no way you will look 50 when you're 30. Not a chance.
Love you!
Ryder likes helping me "fold" the laundry- so yea it takes a lot longer.
That really stinks about the fridge- and good thing you said what Duke was, I had no idea :)
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