Friday's Letters...

Got a few ideas for some nice (or not so nice) letters you wish you could write?  Well, then why don't you...and then link up with this fun blog theme post?? Huh?  Huh?

Dear Weather Man - I don't like you.  At all.  I'm so sick of hearing about the record breaking temps that seem as if they'll be here for a very long time.  You're all excited about beating the longest running record for temperatures over 100 degrees?  I'm excited to stick you in an oven, baste you with Crisco, and see how long you can last.  You suck!

Dear Sun - I know you're in cahoots with Weather Man.  You think you're all big and bad, don't you?  Blasting us with your constant rays and heat isn't very nice.  Your mother should have taught you a think or two about a little going a long way, not to be egotistic, or using your power for good not evil.  Shame on you!

Dear Deer - Thank you for choosing my backyard to bring your babies to eat.  It's so nice to look out my back window and see you and your family grazing in our over-grown grass.  I don't really have much more to say, but I wanted to write "Dear Deer".

Dear Gym-iny - I'm going to they gym today, just like you told me to.  While I'm there, I expect you to go all Jillian Michaels or Arnie on my behind.  Don't let me quit when I feel like I've had enough...make me work harder.  I'm expecting to do the 30 minute circuits and 30 minutes on the elliptical - at least.  More would be great, but no less than that.  M'Kay?

Dear Jelly - I spent a good part of yesterday cleaning your play room.  I expect it to stay clean.  You will learn where all the toys go, and put them back in those spots when you are done playing.  Being four doesn't earn you any more excuses.  Four is old enough to know how to clean up your own mess.  If you are old enough to cop an attitude, roll your eyes, and use sarcasm correctly - then you are old enough to clean up some toys.

Dear Laundry - It's about damn time you learned how to fold yourself.  I'm getting so tired of doing it.

Dear Scale - I still hate you.  I still think you are the devil.  But, I plan on making amends over the next couple of weeks.  I'll play nice if you play nice.  If you like your solid black casing, fancy digital number display, and don't want to feel yourself smashed up against a wall - I expect you to show me how my hard work is paying off.  No excuses for me, and definitely no excuses for you.

Dear Motivation - Did you enjoy your vacation?  I hope so, because you won't be taking one for a very long time.  Who takes a six month vacation?  That's just ridiculous.  Even teachers don't get that long off work.  Being that I do enjoy your company, and feel that you do great work when you're actually working, I'm not going to fire you.  But, I do expect you to pick up the slack from the past six months while you've been off enjoying the good life.  That means double shifts, overtime, and very few breaks.  Very few as in none.

Dear Clothes in My Closet - I'm so sorry I've abandoned you.  I love you, really I do.  I promise to do everything in my power to bring you out of that dark space and back in to the light of day.  It won't be something that happens overnight, but I'm going to work on it.  I hope to feel you and see you again, very soon.

Alright, that's it for me today.  I have some work to get done before I'm off to the gym.  I'm actually looking forward to it - and blogging about it, tomorrow.


Till next time. ;)