DEAR DIARY

I've adopted this idea from a few bogs I follow; I think it's cute and fun. I call it, 'Dear Diary...'

Dear Mica,

Please stop unraveling every roll of toilet paper in the house. It's not funny anymore. Maybe you could do something constructive, like my laundry.

 Dear Body,

Summer is almost here...it's almost bathing suit time...please transform from your current winter-blob self to a sizzling summer-time rendition of yourself. If you could do that by the end of the month, that'd be great.




Dear lady-in-line-behind-me-at-walmart-return-counter,
I'm sorry that your in-laws knew you were having a baby girl but bought you blue airplane bed sheets anyways.




Dear iPad,
I'm sorry I compared you to Super Mario Brothers. It will never happen again. Now will you stop acting up and connect to the internet again?




Dear Car,
What's wrong with you? You're becoming so high maintenance; I wish you could talk and tell me why you make some of the sounds you make.




Dear Running Shoes,
It's not you, it's me.
But I'm coming back, don't worry.