Nighttime is for sleeping. In. Your. Bed. When you come in at 2am, it's not morning yet (you don't have to be that chipper--although 1% of me finds it charming the other 99% of me that's still sleeping thinks it can wait).
Remember, morning is when the sun comes up. It's light out in the morning. Dark is for sleeping. Oh, how I wish after I re-tucked you into bed a little after 2, that I had fallen back to sleep...after all it was dark and dark is for sleeping.
Your bleary-eyed mommy
Dear Person Driving the Dry Cleaning Van,When you ran the red light and nearly hit us as we were THE SECOND car to go through a green light, I decided to let your employer know about your driving and that you flipped me off. I couldn't get your license plate because, as you know, the front of your van was inches away from the driver's side door of our car.
I told your employer the location and he asked me to describe the driver. I did my best: dark hair and at least one finger on his right hand.
Someone who didn't get taken to the cleaners by your driving
Dear Mother Nature,
It's nearly October, could you stop with the 80-degrees-plus days?
One of your hot--and sadly I don't mean that in a good way--daughters
What's up with the spacing? Makes me crazy...everything looks normal as I'm typing but when I post something there are about several blank lines in the post. Is it you or me?
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