Dear Elementary School, You kind of kicked my butt last week. The girls are loving you and so far we have managed to be at all the places and events on time, but I underestimate you every August. Hopefully we'll get a few more weeks under our belt and feel better about getting up so early. Dear Dance Studio, We are so happy with this year's schedule. Really. I appreciate only having one late night and I like that Ella has a built-in study hour between classes. Hopefully Sophie will continue to perfect her "prissy walk" and keep us all in stitches while we wait in the lobby. Dear Little House on the Prairie, It's unfortunate that we can't watch you for free somewhere. We are only one chapter away from finishing book one and after watching YouTube clips over the weekend my kids were ...
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Dear Monday, I anticipated a fully drafted blogpost to be up by 6 a.m., business as usual. Obviously I overestimated how well I would feel yesterday. Dear Anniversary, I'm sorry we forgot about you for a minute. Oops. Dear San Francisco, You were a treasure. I liked you even more than I expected, despite being cold almost the entire time. Dear Flight Attendants, How about you let us peons get seated and out of your way before you break out the champagne in first class? I think they'll survive for ten more minutes and it would be easier on us all if you weren't jumping over my carry-on while taking drink orders. Dear Jet Lag, Go away. I don't have time to deal with you this week. Seriously. I'm on central time now, let's get it together. Dear Husband, I know I've said this a hundred ...
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Dear gluten-free refrigerated pizza dough, I bought you on a whim. Not because you were gluten-free, but because the last time I bought fresh dough it didn't work out so well and you were my only other option. I wanted to like you so much and the pizza I made looked really yummy. Unfortunately, you tasted like cardboard and the girls and I threw you in the trash can. Dear Sophie, you have been unbelievably fun the last few days. You are so witty and have the funniest things to say. I started making a list because I didn't want to forget this stage. You are so spontaneous and not afraid of anything. You told me this week that you didn't want me to call you Taz at school because your new friends might laugh at you. It was so sweet, but broke my heart all at once. You'll always be my ...
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Dear Slip N Slide, You are just as cool as you were when I was a kid. You left my knees bruised and my belly sore, but I don't regret a single one of those head-first dives. (pictures to come tomorrow) Dear Dr. Pepper, It's getting easier and easier to avoid you these days. I'm 28 days in and I miss you in theory more than in reality. Yesterday, I grabbed Josh's drink by accident and got a mouth full of too sweet. I can't decide if it was the shock that I didn't like or the actual taste. You know how drinks you love taste terrible when you are expecting something else to come out of the straw? Dear iPad, How did we ever live without you? I know we all fight over you after dinner -- I'm sorry about your new found popularity. The girls can never decide between tweener movies and Barbie ...
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Dear July, How are you almost over already? Here we are three weeks in and I'm not even sure how that happened. Dear Essie Nail Polish, I have you in pretty much every color available. I picked up "Play Date" at Publix yesterday afternoon and it did not disappoint. It's the most perfect purple for summer. Dear Summer, I can't believe we're thinking about goodbye already. When I was working so much back in June, I was wishing you away so that I could see my people, but now that my life is under control I'm wishing we had more days on the calendar between now and the first day of school. Gone are your lazy days -- the squares on my calendar are filling up fast! Dear Hudson, HOW ARE YOU A WHOLE YEAR OLD?! Your birthday party was so much fun. Your mom is pretty amazing and she did a great ...
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Dear Gap Socks, When Josh told me not to buy him socks for Father's Day, I couldn't resist. Fortunately he recognizes a good joke when he sees one and actually loves the socks. How can you resist a man in red pants and funky socks?! Dear Weekend, You weren't nearly long enough. We filled you with fun things and enjoyed every second, but we could have used a few extra days. Dear Amazon Prime, This week we have ordered all the things. Thank you for making it worth our $75 and for getting us said things here in plenty of time. Dear Packing Cubes (that I purchased on Amazon Prime), How did I not know you existed? I cannot wait to use you when I pack for San Francisco. I'm hoping that I can get tons of extra clothes in my bag because of you. Please don't let me down. Dear Sophie, Thank you ...
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Dear Employer, Thank for sending us home early on Thursday afternoon. One o'clock is a perfect time to end the workday. I was able to run errands, stock up on holiday food and still get home in plenty of time to spend a few hours before dark with my family. Dear Oil Change Man, You creeped me out a little bit. You did a great job on my very first oil change in the new car, but your jokes were a little sketchy. No need to comment on my weird email address or offer to grease my fingernails while spraying the door hinges. Nope. Not at all. Dear Three Day Weekend, You were amazing. Family time at the pool is always good, but kabobs and American flags make everything better. Dear Morgan Creek Winery, Your Independence Day celebration was amazing. The fireworks might not be as big and ...
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Dear Husband, I'm pretty sure I've both neglected you severely and taken full advantage of your wonderfulness over the past few weeks and I'm terribly sorry. I've missed you like crazy and I'm glad to finally be in your presence for more than ten waking minutes at a time. Hopefully, you are just as thrilled that our quality time is no longer limited to the moments that I'm either sleeping or getting ready for work. Thank for you taking fabulous care of our furry friends (even though you despise our cats), for visiting the vet on behalf of our arthritic dog (your other least favorite thing to do), for consoling me over the countless animal deaths that have occurred in our front yard, for meeting me for Mexican dinners at odd hours and for talking me off of numerous ledges during the course ...