Dear So and So

Dear Stinkbugs,

Get out of my car! Go back to wherever, you invasive stinky creatures!

Dear work MGMT,

Whatever died in our office ceiling over the weekend - WONT GO AWAY! Its dead, it smells - why wont you send someone to fetch it?:eek::confused:
I had to clean up blood, from that poor lady that fell down the escalator, :(BECAUSE SOMEONE LEFT IT ALL OVER FLOOR, smearing it with paper towels and hiding it with a fixture - ewwww!! I cleaned it up and I am not mgmt and not first aid!

Im not going up there and getting it out and i:mad:f I have to, Im leaving it in the MGMT OFFICE!!!
I MEAN IT.
I love you guys but you suck.

signed disgruntled co worker

Dear me.

Pick something, already!

Me.

Dear MGMT,

we still want that rat removed. Im sure that over the weekend, it will get worse.
So we have installed fans to blow the smell into the hallway and thus, out the door to the selling floor.:D

I am hoping its moldering ceiling insulation from the crappy builders who made this place( and indeed ,the rest of the mall that periodically floods).

This sucks!
signed disgruntled co worker

Dear LBS,
When I asked if you could remove my crank you said sure. When I asked you if you wanted to give me a ticket for my frame (to charge me) you said no - I'll take care of it. So why did you charge me $42 to remove it without calling me?! You knew it was on ebay and now I'm loosing money on it. I am angry - but mostly at myself for not making sure it was crystal clear. I'm peeved at you for not calling to make sure it was ok to take it off at that price knowing I was selling it via auction.

Lesson Learned

To the moron in the large crew cab truck:

Dear Fellow employee
I am so glad that you are so excited about coming to work that you had to pass me this morning. I was, after all, going the speed limit but you were in such a rush to do your job that you passed me anyway, on that blind curve. I can't tell you how surprised I was when a scant 200 feet later you parked!
You should know that I love to ride my bike in the plant because the speed limit is either 5 mph or 15 mph and I can ride the speed limit (yeah, I know, LIMIT means I can ride slower than that too, but I digress) just like the rest of the traffic. I found it amusing as well that before you could turn off the road to park you had to slow down for a forklift - he was going the speed limit too.
I really hope you pursue the rest of your work day with the same enthusiasm

yours truly,
that bicyclist you passed this morning.

Dear biking lady who pulled out in front of my car this afternoon,

If I were not a cyclist myself, paying extra attention to you due to your unique riding style, (that's me being kind :rolleyes:) you would most likely have been run over. Of course, that probably would have meant your end, since you weren't wearing a helmet. I do appreciate the embarrassed "sorry" you cried out after your blunder. We all have to start somewhere. We all make mistakes. I only hope you live to ride another day.

Next time you see a deer in the field on the other side of the road and decide to make a u-turn to get a better look, check for oncoming vehicles first. Get a helmet, and have someone who knows how to ride a bike give you a lesson. Right now, you're a hazard.

Dear self,

next time you choose to be so ill, please dont pick the cabin at the top of the hill.

Dear Today,

Stop being so crappy. It's only 9:00am. I'm not happy that my parents need to have their olllld dog (from when I was in high school) put down, and I'm not happy that my insulin pump threw an error code and is being replaced under warranty *again*.

Please tell me that Tomorrow will be my friend.

Becky

Dear Universe,
thank you for my awesome boyfriend and and my gal pal Sal who sends me cards from her vacations when I am sick.

But please, keep the earwigs out of my bed!! ( How did it get in?)

love
Bike goddes
ps please let me be well by next weekend, so I can ride in the Tour deFemme, its only 22 km . I did a yoga class and a 12 km ride today so If I dont get sick, I may be well by then.

Dear Pajarito,
Thank you for being such a great friend when I lived with you for those first 10 years of your too-short parrot life. You were my one and only pet and a comforting companion. You were really special. We taught you Spanish for some reason. It seemed easier for a parrot to learn than English. "Hola Pajarito," you would say whenever anyone came in the room. Such a sweet bird, such a sweet, sweet bird.

Do you remember when you were a chick and you broke your leg from the band, and the vet put a little bitty cast on? You used that cast to hide your favorite nuts so you could eat them later on. Or the time that you flew off my shoulder because I forgot you were there and I strode out on the front porch? Zoom, you were gone. We tracked you all day, and I thought you were surely lost then, especially when those grackles were chasing you across the sky. My heart was nearly broken. But you swooped down from that big tree at dusk, close enough so we could get ahold of you again.

I'm so very, very sad that you died today, particularly in a violent way. But I take comfort that you were your wonderful adorable parrot-self until the end. I hated to leave you, but I know you had a good and loving home until the end. I miss you, and I will think of you every time I see a dogwood tree.

Your always loving compai,
Tulip

((((((Tulip)))))) I'm so sorry about Pajarito.

((((((Tulip))))))

So very, very sorry:(

So sad. I'm sorry for your loss.

:( Sorry to hear about Mr Pajarito