Dear Peanut--Be a good girl and be nice to your mommy. Sounds like you're a very lucky doggie, having such a wonderful mommy who loves you.
Dear Peanut--Be a good girl and be nice to your mommy. Sounds like you're a very lucky doggie, having such a wonderful mommy who loves you.
Dear higher power,
I would really like all this stuff my sister is going through to be over with! And for my little Lorelei to well again! Please make the next months go by fast for them!
And peanut,
No licky!
Blessed are the flexible, for they shall not be bent out of shape.
> Remember to appreciate all the different people in your life!
Dear Neighbor,
If you insist upon using the foul smelling, gas guzzling, environment polluting snow blower, could you please have the courtesy to learn how to direct the snow somewhere other than where I have to put mine?
You can't be so blind as to not be able to see that pile of snow at the edge of my driveway is approaching 6' in height and is more than 3' wide. I'm running out of room. So, why do you insist upon directing the snow from your driveway on *top* of my pile when you have plenty of room for that snow closer to your property line.
Tell you what, I won't come over and pour sand in your snow blower tank, if you would be so kind as to not use your snow blower to toss your snow 10' onto my property where I, a eco-friendly shoveller, need to put it.
Thorn
Dear Almighty God(dess) of telekinesis:
If you blessed me like I'd asked you to my Women's Studies class wouldn't be so boring. Tomorrow, I don't need a full-on blessing of telekinesis. Just a smidge. If only my professor would develop a little heat blister or something in the middle of her forehead from my BURNING EYE LAZORS OF BOREDOMTM I would be in your debt. It could be something random, chaotic, etc, too. Anything. I took this class- "Women's Studies" under the assumption I would be "Studying Women". I was mislead and disappointed, you see. So if you would be so kind as to give me a half hour of coolness, or maybe just wake up Cthulu and see if he'd be up for some tentacleation of greater Portland, I'd be grateful.
Thanks and spanks,
Kit
Dear Goddesses Who Control Physical Therapy School Admissions:
Pllleeeeeeeaaaaaaaassse, oh please oh please oh please
let that soon-to-be-here letter in the mail from PT School be big and fat and welcoming...... not small and skinny and denying.
Oh please oh please oh please. I live, eat, and breathe physics, physiology, psychology and anatomy, I'm living on Top Ramen, I make literally 1/5 what I used to, I have no social life, I LIVE WITH MY PARENTS FOR GOD'S SAKE,
can't you cut a girl a break? I have tossed caution to the wind and am working my little hind end off to achieve this goal, and I'm a wee bit nervous.So see what you can do.
Dear Future Presidents (no, not those ones...lol),
Thank you for the Britney Spears Dance Remix of Piece of Me. Yes, I'm 13 years old with my addiction to this song.http://youtube.com/watch?v=qQ-HmDmjkP8&feature=related
Brandy...who swears this is the only song from crazy Britney that she likes. REALLY!![]()