Monday, May 24, 2010
Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, this morning you said your new best friend was a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. Then you asked if I was j-to-the-ealous. I said no because Mr. Clean Magic Eraser's make our bathroom look be-to-the-dazzled. Dear LOST, six seasons of pure awesomeness OVER. JUST. LIKE. THAT. 12 8 15 16 23 42 = the number of days Husband and I will be mourning your absence. Dear Nina, sending you 21 leg kicks in honor of your 21st Birthday. (Ps, your sisters and I think you're pretty fantastic). Dear Beloved, sometimes you like to use Woobie to send me secret messages. Like this morning. Thanks for reminding me that hanging onto my transitional objects can still be a good thing.