Postage Not Necessary

And now, inspired by a funny post over at Amalah, it's time to catch up on my correspondence.

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Dear unsociable neighbor who lives across the street:

You may think you're being really slick and hiding it successfully from everyone, including your wife because you turn your back to your house, but we can totally see you when you smoke your dope on the sidewalk.

Just so you know.

K&J

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Dear Constant Clutter Around the House:

Go away.

I mean it.

K

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Dear Hydrangeas in the backyard:

Damn, girls! You're looking FIIIIIIIIIIIIINNNNE!

Looks like all that chicken shit John added as a soil amendment really agrees with you.

Let your love lights shine.

K

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Dear Shea:

I think it's totally adorable that you want to climb up on your brother's bed all the time and recline with your hands behind your head like a big girl.

But you've got to stop jumping on it because you're giving me heart failure.

Love,

Mama

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Dear Finn:

I love how half the questions you ask me throughout the course of a day all begin the same way, with:

"Mama, how do you spell...."

Word dorks beget word dorks. Welcome to the club.

Love,

Mama

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Dear Pacific Ocean:

Yesterday you were MAGNIFICENT.

Don't ever leave me.

K

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