dear bigelow decaf english teatime tea,
you are my new best friend. thank you for soothing my very sore throat!
why did you have to go ahead and leave me? i am beyond sad to see you go, and now i am being forced to use picmonkey instead. if i am really nice, would you reconsider and please come back?
your new layout is awful. there, i said it . . . awful. please change back to your old format. pretty please.
seriously, you should come with a warning label.
dear bathroom scale,
tell me that you are lying to me and just randomly picking a number out of thin air. that would make me feel a lot better.
dear gym membership,
you have been neglected big time. hopefully i will be able to revisit you soon to make up for lost time (and for lost money that i spend on you each month).
what is going on?! can you please make up your mind as to what season it actually is outside? my body is confused, and i don't know how to dress myself in the morning anymore.
you are approaching quickly. (only two weeks away now.) hip, hip, hooray!!!
thanks for being such a sweet kitten lately. i love when you curl up in my arms at night and fall asleep in a cute little ball.
you win the award for best husband ever. hands down. you are so good to me, and i am so grateful.
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