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Dear Girl Child Of Mine, Uh. don’t mind me, child. Climb right over me – the DRIVER of the CAR – to get your photohunt picture. Really. I don’t mind. Snort.
Dear ‘Perfect’ Neighbor.
Have I ever bitched about the snowmachines and boats revving at all hours of the day and night? have i ever bitched that you come into my yard and ‘clean’ it whenever you deem it too messy by your standards? have I ever bitched about many other ‘helpful’ (but really only helpful to you) things […]
Dear Google,
…HUH? Why on earth do I come up as the number one search result for man boobs marijuana? Seriously! I’ve always wanted to be number one – but um, could we talk about which words put me in such an enviable position? Please? Thanks. ~L (*L* It is to a monthly archive page, which explains […]
Dear Old Lady at Fred Myers,
Look, I know that little tiny infant was crying. It’s clear that she was tired, hungry, and Gramma wasn’t cutting it no matter what she tried. But you know what? Wandering and saying to a complete stranger (ie: me) that Gramma should “smack that child so it has a reason to cry!” was completely inappropriate. […]
Proof that Some Mondays are really on Tuesdays.
Dear Self, When half asleep and letting the dog out, please take note when she refuses to step in a certain area and DO NOT STEP THERE YOURSELF – for that will save you from realizing you just stepped into a very large puddle of dogpuke that is still warm and squishy between the toes […]
