Tuesday Letter

Dear Susannah, I almost wrecked the car when you told me that you wished God made us with heads that swivel all the way around.  I don’t even know what to say to that.  Dear husband, you old softy, I knew you wouldn’t be able to resist our girls begging you to let them keep the kitten.  Your brownie point supply is at an all-time high right now.  Dear self, stop worrying.  It’s just first grade.  Dear self (again), how on earth did you not notice that the inspection tags on the car have been expired since JANUARY?!?!  Good grief.

 

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