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 cartoons. Fortunately, they will get a much needed break on Wednesday when you head off to the Golden State with Josh.
Dear Salads in a Jar, You are still pretty amazing. Easy on the calories AND the pocket book. I discovered this week that the girls leftover Publix chicken fingers made a great addition to your goodness.
Dear Rock House Kitchen, I hate you. No really, I mean that with every fiber of my being. If you had told me ten years ago that you would look virtually the same as you did when we moved in I would have let you have it. Now there is a giant debate on whether or not a face lift would benefit our desire to sell you. I’m a little bittersweet about making you cute just to give you away. I will say that the six hours I spent scrubbing your every surface on Saturday went a long way to making me less ambivalent about how poorly you function.
Dear Dishwasher, All I can say is “It is about time!” You work so much better than your predecessor (even though I’ve only used you once). The layout of your drawers and baskets are all different, so I’m having to get used to you. It’s probably a blessing in disguise that I can’t fit quite as much into you as I could before. Maybe just maybe, this will encourage me to wash a little more frequently.
Dear Adults-Only Mexican Dinner that we enjoyed on Saturday night, you were amazing. The fact that I didn’t take salt shakers or sugar packets away from anyone, or discourage anyone from eating rice with their fingers or even listen to someone complain about how the cheeseburgers don’t come with bacon wasn’t lost on me. I had an entire bowl of cheese dip to myself and ate every bite of my meal without sharing. The trips to Home Depot and Dick’s Sporting Goods only made you slightly less glamorous.
Dear Colored Copy Paper, You are the only elusive item on my school supply list. The three stores I’ve been to have been fresh out. Hopefully today, the mad search for pink and mint green paper will come to end.
Dear New Chore Charts, Please help us. Thank you and you’re welcome. (I downloaded our chore charts here)
