Dear Mom at my four-year-old's dance class: I really do not want to see your string thong when you bend over and you are damn lucky I didn't take a picture and put it here on my blog.
Dear Acadia: Please stop pooping in the tub every time I let you shower with me. I know you are ridiculously adorable... your poop is not.
Dear Lady who vomited in your dinner at the restaurant: You just might have a drinking problem.
Dear Punxsutawney Phil: You are officially on my shit list. I really needed you on this one and you let me down yet again.
Dear Husband: Seriously, you are dangerously close to that trade-in. Although the new faucet is gorgeous, four days is an eternity without a kitchen sink.
Dear bloggers who recount reality shows minute by minute: Really, was it that interesting? Does anyone care enough to read your rehashing, and if they do care enough, didn't they watch said reality show themselves????
Dear 4am: Why must you come so early every day? Could you hold off another hour or 2 for me?
Dear LT Creates Jewelry: Your jewelry is simple and fantastic and I love you... and your silver spoon rings.
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