Letters, inspired by San Francisco

Yesterday Gracie, Katie, and I had to go to San Francisco (about 2 hrs away) for a doctor's appointment for Grace (routine checkup--nothing to be concerned about). We do this a few times a year, but usually we're able to get out of the city before traffic starts (around 4pm) and usually either (a) Dave is along to drive through the craziness or (b) I'm not 7 months pregnant, tired, and grumpy. :) Unfortunately, the only appointment they had available this time was at 4:15pm, so there was no way to avoid the traffic. When we were leaving the doctor's office at 5:30, I tried to find a fast food restaurant where we could chill, but all the ones we saw had no parking, were in a bad part of town, or were closed. So I said, "Forget it!" and just fought the traffic. A fun time was had by all, as evidenced by these letters. (I love this form of blogging, introduced to me by my friend Rachel.)

Dear GPS,
The first time it was cute. But the 4th or 5th time you tell me to make a U-turn in the middle of San Francisco's rush hour traffic, I want to throw you across the car.
Sincerely,
A Generally Loyal Fan

Dear San Franciscans,
You're all crazy. No, I'm not lumping you all in with that strange guy talking to himself on the corner. Nor am I being political or bigoted. I just think there's something wrong with being alright with (or, heaven forbid, enjoying) living in a place where you can't drive, walk, or breathe without feeling claustrophobic.
Best of luck,
A Happy Suburbanite

Dear Katie,
I love that you love to sing. Your little 3-year-old voice is absolutely adorable. Someday, maybe (maybe) I'll inform you that the correct lyrics are "...keep bleeding, keep keep bleeding love...." For now, I'll enjoy delighting in your version: "keep eating, keep keep eating enough."
Very Hungrily Yours,
Mom