Tuesday Letter

Dear Susannah, why do you insist on calling our main bathroom the “men’s baffroom?” I know daddy spends a lot of time in there, but….?? Dear endless parade of holidays that fall between November and May, I’m pretty much over all of it by Valentines Day. Can we just call it good until Thanksgiving? Dear springtime in Texas, stop trying to lure me into a false sense of security with your perfect, sunny days. I still remember what’s looming on the horizon. Dear Madeline, please never wheeze like you did this past weekend ever again. It’s really scary. Dear husband, remember how every time we go to a restaurant you end up wishing you had ordered what I did? I think your sub-conscience is trying to tell you something, possibly about my superior intellect. Dear 39 doctor, dentist, and miscellaneous appointments, why do you always all have to end up scheduled in one four-day period? Dear ladybug cake, please, please turn out actually resembling a ladybug. Please? Dear everyone that was on the road that day I took the turn under the bridge WAY too fast and looked like an out-of-control maniac, um….sorry?

6 thoughts on “Tuesday Letter”

  1. These always make me chuckle. Everytime I go to write a letting to Tuesday, I can’t remember anything I want to start with DEAR! Love you

  2. Did your “superior intellect” also remind you that the reason I spend so much time in the bathroom is because I am replacing YOUR 100 dollar faucet. You know, the one that HAD to be replaced because the stopper was making the sink too dirty, or maybe just because i have to clean the 500 hundred pounds of long hairs out of the drain in the bathtub…… Not bitter, I’m just sayin….

    1. I’m with Susannah…the men’s baffroom is a good name for it…even if it is because your wonnerful hubby occupies it for all the above-mentioned reasons! 😉

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