dear mr. and mrs. lion, tiger and coiled up orange snake,
thanks for keeping me company while i shaved my legs tonight…
i hate that chore…
very sincerely,
me
p.s.
when did all the star wars guys move on?
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dear america the beautiful,
that was a fun birthday party!
happy 236th birthday!
we love you!
very sincerely,
me
dear summer rain,
how i love waking up all cozy next to him to the sound of you…
there’s nothing quite like you, really.
except…
maybe…
an autumn rain…a potato soup and buttered bread rain…
or a winter rain…a snuggled right up close to the crackling fire rain…
or a spring rain…a stormy…sun peaking through…rainbow rain!
~ happy sigh ~
i’m so glad you passed by today, rain.
very sincerely,
me
dear grammy,
on our way to you…when we were over the river but not quite through the woods…i heard a little william voice float up from the back of the truck…to no one in particular…“i have to go potty.”
and then jack’s admonishing, “william, just hold it…like i am.”
giggly, i whispered to your boy that we might need to pull over…
so we pulled off and i tossed back, “okay, boys…hop out and go pee on a tree!”
jack’s bashful eyes met mine…they said, “i’d rather wait, thank you.”
but will, scrambling for the door, volleyed…clarifying…over his shoulder…
“can you poop on the trees too!?!”
once we got to you…as usual…our visit went too, too quick…
and now…home…already counting sleeps until next time!
very sincerely,
me
dear auntie,
today…your day!
your turn to celebrate another successful revolution around the sun…a “significant” one!
wishing the happiest of days…to one of my biggest supporters…intercessors…
confidants…
to one of my very favorites!
thinking of you especially today!
very sincerely,
me (ferbecca)
– circa…a long time ago
dear migraine,
i’ve got better things to be doin’, don’tcha know!
very sincerely,
me
dear raw unfiltered unpasteurized apple cider vinegar,
how come every time my eye catches a glimpse of you way back there in the fridge, my salivary glands get all tingly-stressed and my stomach curls up?
very sincerely,
me
dear mr. ken burns,
our family’s been enjoying your documentary, baseball…
we’re in the top of the “6th inning – the national pastime”…and our 5-year-old, william, would like to know…
“why do people like this show…if all he does is tell stuff?”
very sincerely,
me
dear donut day,
i love you.
i love my two chocolate glazed donuts and my milk left in the freezer for just so long…
‘cause this…
this little i just can’t relate to…
say…where’d he run off to, anyway?
– – –
i’m sorry, but i don’t…
…ever…
…remember…
…oatmeal…
…being this much fun!!!
– june 29, 2007
– – –
oh…that frizzy sleepy head…that ever-present goose egg…those endless silly faces!
seriously…where’d he run off to?!?
great…
now i’m gonna need three donuts…
very sincerely,
me
dear colic,
man…you really sucked!
the first three months of baby’s life are a blur of fussing, crying and time spent curled up in the fetal position…
and you were no cakewalk for him either!
but, boy…once we kicked you to the curb…just look what happened…
that? that’s one happy baby right there!
smiley, squishy and utterly chubbalicious!
colic? what colic?
we are so over you!
very sincerely,
me
– hannah’s image