Dear miki,Hi. It’s miki. Can you please learn to type? It is bugging me that you have to delete every 5 second because your fingers go faster than your brain. delete delete delete.
Dear Stitch and Family,I really hope all of you were able to take the time to read my blog post yesterday about Stitch. I have shed lots and lots of tears over Stitch this past few days. I hope that this out dated law, treating dogs as property does NOT break up your family. I am doing all I can to help. Prayers to you all!
Dear Dusty and Jen aka Punky,You guys own my heart. I am always checking your blogs, and look forward to tweeting with you both every day. I love that blogland introduced me to both of you.
Dear Kjerst,I feel SUPER bad that my plans to come visit you this weekend didn’t work out. I am really happy you jumped on the blog train and now we can talk all things blog all the time. I am so excited for you to get your new place! I am glad you met Shane and you two are happy and I LOVE YOU!
Dear Ellen,Hi my only best friend that lives in my town. I miss you, why did you have to go to Italy for so long again? Please come home. Oh and when you did call me from Italy, it made my week a whole lot better. That week was really rough. Love you!
Dear Otis,Otis is my stomach's name. My left kindey is named Ralph, but that doesn’t matter right now. Otis stop cramping today. STOP! If I could take you out and sell you on the black market I would. It really is no fun and very hard to be productive with you cramping my style.. get it crampin my style. Yes I am that lame.
Dear Punctuation,AKA monthly gift. Jared named you so we didn't have to say the other p word. Please see Otis’ letter. I hate you. I wish I was a boy and Jared was gay.
Dear Jared,I love you. Thank you and Josh for not trying to jump the fence to teach that 17 year old boy a lesson yesterday. Thank you for just taking my advice and leaving the soccer game. But I LOVE to see that you care for your family and dad that much. I get it you protect those you love.
Dear 17 year old boy with jersey #20,I hate you. I think you are a POS. Please go eat dirt. Have a life experience, that makes you act like a normal human. Cool? See ya in 20 years.
Dear Weekend,Love you.
Dear Apple,I GET AN IPHONE ON SUNDAY! I love you apple. I love you.
Dear Shia,You make me laugh. Thanks for keeping me up last night, NOT. Sorry I made you go downstairs and run out your energy before I let you come to bed. You’re naughty.
