Dear Jasmine, Queen of this crib,
I love you. I do. You are by far the VERY coolest Pug I have EVER met. However, Mommy has a bone to pick with you. And not the kind you like.
Why must you stand in the kitchen and bark for my attention when I am on the other side of the house?? All so that I can come running, thinking there is something wrong with you, like you are stuck in a bear trap (what? It could happen)? And then to be suckered into the very basic need of you wanting a treat. A treat that you did nothing to deserve. Except perhaps making Mommy stub her toe while coming to your “aide”. *humph*
Not cool chicka, not cool.
PS. Thanks so much for rushing to my side immediately after I wrote this letter to you, and promptly puking the bone/treat on the carpet next to my feet. That was LUUUVVLY. *gag*
How weird are you that in order to clean up the dog vomit you start chanting to yourself “it’s poop, it’s poop, pretend its poop, it’s poop, it’s only poop!” in order to keep from heaving? Even *I* think that is weird. And I am you. Sooo… whoa.
Dear Window 7,
Wow! I said it could never be done, but Microsoft has apparently finally put something out on the market that actually works. And you my friend are it. I am in love with how smoothly you actually work. And going on 4 months without an issue, I am in shock. Wow.
Maybe the Microsoft Nazi’s are done trying to take over the world.
Not likely but hoping,
Date last night was rockin! You were smoking in your sexy get up. And clearly, so was I. Since you have already thanked me (heh heh), I suppose I won’t bitch and complain from now until Sunday night while you are off gallivanting with your fishing buddies off in the river.
Have a good time, because next weekend Mama gets a day off! Kapeesh?
Mama can’t believe you are in a big boy bed! I am so proud of you! Do you think that, perhaps, you could wake me up in the morning when you get up? Then you won’t have to take every single diaper out of the diaper changing table and throw them across the room. And you won’t have to take all of your clothes out of your dresser drawers and THROW them all over you room. Mommy put those toys in there for you to play with. Not for you to THROW across the room. (I amsensing a theme here?)
Thank you regardless for letting me sleep an additional 39 minutes this morning. It was completely worth walking into the diaper, clothes, toy tornado that was your room. TOTALLY worth it.
Love you baby,
Dear Dr G,
Give me some good news today about the pregnancy, k? I am really really really really really really scared. Really.
Please? Please. Pretty Please. K?
Thank you for putting up with me for another week. I do hope that you chose to participate in Dear So and So. Just click here to go to Kat’s Blog and get the button for your page. Or add your letter in the comments. Would love to read!
Have a fantastic weekend!!!
Thanks for stopping by, again 🙂