Friday's Letters

Dear Friday, thank you for blessing us with your presence.

Dear dog, I am happy to see that my electric throw blanket that I received as a Christmas present, has now become a necessity in your life,

(perhaps this is because I shaved all of your hair off in March, and it's currently 27 degrees and snowing). My bad.

 Dear weekend, I'm am looking forward to some good ol' fashion mother and sister bonding time tonight and also Josh's Army reunion on Saturday. Check.

Dear bank acount, YOUR GROWING! Thanks to #nospendmarch. Although this little gem will be ordered 4/1/13 at 12 am ET.

 

Dear Spring, Where the eff are you! Even my mother is cursing you!

 7 inches this morning!

Dear indecisive biological clock, what in the hell?

  But, that's today.

 

Dear new blog link up, Exposed.

I'm excited. 

Friday's Letters

It's Friday? 
Not to be confused with Thursday aka yesterday aka the day that I ALSO had off. Must have been the deep tissue massage that I had for 110 ten minutes that threw me off. 

Dear Bills,

I effing hate you. I mean HATE! Just when I think I'm going to save, BAM... Excise tax. Stupid shit.

Dear New Coworker, 

You are the shit! I'm pretty sure you don't know that I have a blog but your Yoda skills impress me on the regular, so I wouldn't be surprised if your already creeping! 

Dear Husband,

When I tell you that I think I'm depressed, please don't respond with "Well, I hope you feel better?" and walk away. WTF.  

*I don't think that I'm really depressed, I was just having a moment. Annnnd now I sound cray.

Dear My Fitness Pal,

Thank you so much for helping me not add to the cellulite that I like to call happy dimples on my ass, all by monitoring my diet and now holding me more accountable because I have blogging friends watching.  
My ass is happy enough.
 Find me bitches Jessrdh80

Dear Masseuse,

Due to your barbaric, droppin' bows technique, I cannot lift my arms above my head today.

 Dear Target Cashette,

Thank you for the shit load of coupons for my NEXT purchase. Like $2 off an Essie polish and a dollar off the 18 carton of eggs,

 THAT I JUST BOUGHT!

  

 Dear Next Pope,

I just couldn't go on if you don't re-instate the "pope" twitter account. Oh my GAH!!!
 
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Now, let's just get through this work day, will ya?!
 

  

Fridays letters

Dear Delta Dental, please process my claims as I have not been paid by you for 10 weeks. Some serious depression is going in in this girls bank account. Let alone the cramp that It has put on my shopping.



Dear hair. Please forgive me for my negligence. Guadalupe was all annoyed the last time he colored you, so I will be going to the salon soon. Granted he is for free, he is a moody diva. Once letter one is answered, I will call the hair fairy.

Dear November. Welcome.

Dear Kiki la Rue, I'm so excited that we have fell in love and I am overly anxious to get my champagne glitter dress today! New addiction.