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 begging for the full episodes. We shelled out $25 for season one and they were mesmerized. We’re only about 45 minutes into the pilot, but I’m going to have to ration you out carefully. I managed to get a few loads of laundry folded last night!
Dear Jack’s, We have no business eating you for dinner any way, but I apologize for our order last night. When your registers are down and the drive-thru is broken, it’s ridiculous that 3 out of the 4 member of my family have a “special” order. We appreciate that you got it right, even if it did take twenty minutes. If I hadn’t been wearing yoga pants and a Hangover t-shirt, I would have just come inside.
Dear Lola, We miss you. It would appear you wandered off or someone “rescued” you. We’ve seen no signs of tragedy and hope you are well taken care of, where ever you may be. I’m sorry if we didn’t pay enough attention to you last week. We like to travel and I know that Poppy loved on you while we were gone. Please come home.
Dear Copper, I’m sorry that you’ve had the most tragic summer of your short life. First your wife was killed in an accident. The two of your children were viciously murdered. Now it would seem your only child was kidnapped. We promise to try and make up for it. We love you and wish you would let us pet you sometimes. We are also extremely impressed with your meow. Josh does a remarkable impression of you. We laugh that you only meow a single time, but it is the longest meow in history. I think we’ll time you this week.
Dear Loropetalums, You are my favorite thing in our yard. No matter what we do, you seem to thrive and we get compliments on you all the time.
Dear Loropetalums, You are the bane of my existence. Why do you grow so fast? Why are you eight feet tall? Why am I allergic to you? After a two hour fight yesterday, you look beautiful, but my arms are covered in a rash and they burn with an intensity not previously experienced.
