August's Open Letters

Dear Lady in queue

It's called a 'personal bubble' and it's apparent you don't have one. Please be advised the majority of us do. I don't relish the feeling of your boobs against my back even if you were reaching for something. Nor does it excite me to have you constantly pressing up against my arm while we waited. Back. Off.

Signed

Personal Space Cadet.

Dear Stress Point

You camp out behind my shoulder blade, making your presence well known. You are impossible to get to and you crawl right up into my neck. My stomach is sick from the stupid pain. I don't like you.

Signed

Stress-Full. 

Dear Jimmy Buffett

So... Margarita Grand Cayman..? I'm game. Got a few plane tickets laying around by chance? 

Signed,

Margarita Mama

Dear 8 hours of Sleep

Where the hell have you up and gone to??

Signed, 

Nocturnal Night Mamma No Wanna

Dear House, 

Clean yourself already. I quit.

Signed,
Housework. Blows. Chunks.

Dear Coffee Server, 

And just how did you get hot chocolate out of 'medium coffee half hot water, two milk' ??

This is the fourth blasted time. Frikken re-train or quit already. 

Signed,

Cranky Coffee Patron

Dear Dragonflies,

Never mind the stupid mating, eat the mosquitoes already. 

Signed, 

Bitten to Bits.

Dear Youngest Daughter, 

I know change is a scary thing, but you have your family and an excellent support system behind you. Take the high road with the crap that was unloaded on you. I know you can. After all , I raised you didn't I..  :-) 

Love, 
Mom
xo