Dear Car With the Busted Up Front End Following Me on the Highway: I don't want to sound all judgy, but you look like the kind of person who is a bad driver. You know, like the one that slams into people a lot? And all I can think about right now is that there is a good chance you are going to hit me. I'm just gonna change lanes now and let you pass...
Dear Fruity Pebbles: Thank you for going gluten-free. You make me so happy. And despite what most people would think, you make an excellent dinner. Very nutritious.
Dear Weekend: I've been debating whether to be really productive with you, or extremely lazy. Um, I'm kind leaning towards the second. Maybe I'll go shopping and call that 'productive'?
Dear Gilmore Girls: You are like the best show ever. I mean, I have a lot of shows I love now, but you are classic. You are one of those "I'm in a bad mood and I need a pick me up, so I watch you and I'm laughing and eating bowls of ice cream and the world is great again" shows. It was nice spending time with you Thursday night.
Dear Weekend (Part 2): Okay, I've got it...I NEED to organize the guest rooms upstairs, so I'll go SHOPPING for those really cute wicker baskets that you can throw everything in and suddenly your house looks clean. Yes, that is what I will do. That way I can shop AND be productive. I'm so smart.
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