Dear Emmerson,
When did you go from the chubby baby stuffed in a tutu to the sassy dancing queen, front and center? I’m not sure I signed off on this.
Dear Arkansas,
I love rain more than most people, but even I think this is a bit much.
Dear McDonalds,
Why are your hash browns so good? And so not good for me?
Dear Husband,
I love you. Let’s get married again. Say, this weekend?
Dear Children,
It’s currently nap time. Go. To. Bed.
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