letters for february

dear co-worker, when you tell me you are going to have chicken fried steak and fried okra at 'your momma's good food' for lunch, and then you come back and i make a crack about how you smell like fried food, please realize i am just kidding (ish) and do not proceed to douse yourself in LYSOL spray, causing half the building to gag on "GARDEN MIST". lysol is for germs NOT body spray.

dear husband, when i tell you that i don't want to wear a coat b/c the reason i hate winter is b/c i get the chills and it doesn't matter if the temperature is 19 or 39, please do not look at me like i am loony and laugh. i only intend to be outside for approximately 10-12 seconds anyway.

dear IRS, do you KNOW what happens to tax refunds when you have a baby? why did no one tell me this!? mama is going shopping. er... doing something very practical and adult-like.

dear shower, please resume your old method of draining.

dear fingernail, please do not bleed next time i bite you down.

dear updates, STOP HAPPENING. i do not want to install updates and/or restart my xbox, internet, iphone, computer, antivirus, windows, etc. MAKE IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME software gods.

day 3. check.
day 4. check. (yea, you know i kicked your ass day 4.)

7months, 1week, 2days