Oh, Friday. The day most of the world looks forward to with a passion. If you're a SAHM though...eh. It's just another day. For those new followers (hi!!!!) who might not know. Kat over at 3 Bedroom Bungalow hosts an awesome blog party every Friday where you can write letters to anyone who has annoyed you this week.
Dear Girl Scouts,
$3.50 for a box of cookies? Are you kidding? Yes, your cookies are oh-so-delicious, but $3.50 a box???? Back when I sold them, they were $1.50 a box. And don't think I haven't noticed that the cookies are smaller and the box holds less. Oh, I'm on to you. Charging more for less. And you're only available once a year, making it almost impossible to pass you up. PLUS, I'm pregnant. You evil wenches know a pregnant lady can't pass up Thin Mints. Evil. You're evil.
Wiping the chocolate off my face,
Dear Han Solo,
If you could lay off with the kidney kicking, I'd really appreciate it. It hurts.
MIHH (but you can call me Mommy)
Dear Lady driving the ridiculously large truck,
You will NOT fit into those tiny little parking space. It is made for compact cars, which you are not. There are larger spaces about 10 feet away, so stop trying to park in the compact spots. BTW, I'd like the 8 minutes of my time you wasted (yes, I looked at the clock) while I couldn't back out of my own parking space because you were blocking the aisle trying (without success, I might add) to fit your big ass truck into a parking space made for a Mini Cooper. After 8 minutes of pulling forward, backing up, pulling forward and backing up over and over, you had to move down to the larger spaces anyway. Was it necessary to make everyone else wait because you can't do simple math?
You're ridiculously cute, and we love you, but you CANNOT sit on my stomach. Han Solo and I do NOT appreciate it. I know you think you have to be as close to me as possible (what's with that,BTW?), but please, not the stomach.
Dear electric wiring,
5 light bulbs blown in 2 days???? This is ridiculous. I know you're old and faulty because our housing is ancient, but this is getting ridiculous. I'm tired of buying light bulbs. Not to mention cajoling James Bond into climbing the ladder to change said blown bulbs. Ugh. I'm really over this.
In the dark,
Dear Army Housing,
You'll be getting a hefty bill from me for light bulbs. We blow about 2-3 a month, so start padding your budget now.
I'm not griping at you. I actually want to thank you for your show highlighting military families and the struggles they face due to these 2 seemingly, never-ending wars. You made me cry several times, but I think this was a really important show. I wish everyone in America had seen it.
Head on over to Kat's (hit the button at the top) to read more letters or write you own (you know you want to) and link up!
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