Buongiorno! I'm sure that by now you're well aware of how I consider you a very, very VERY close friend. I love ya to the moon and back, I really do. We go together ya see, like... two pees in a pod, pigs in shit and peanut butter and jelly. And I'd be forever grateful if you'd stick around for as long as humanly possible this week- don't you run away on me like you did 7 days ago. Let's make this week different. Let's make our time with one another really count because let's face it; I need it. I crave it. I cherish it.
I look forward to the next 48 hours more than you can ever comprehend.
Your adoring BFF
Dear beautiful, perfect, warm, delightful English SUNSHINE,
Why have you been hiding from me for SO long? Why would you do that? I thought you cared? Don't you love me?
I love you.
Waking up in the morning to you is like waking up next to George Clooney (not that I actually know what that's like, but I'm damn near positive it's A-MA-ZING!...okay, so now I'm drooling...and off topic...) Anyway, you're big beautiful brightness fills my heart with joy and makes even the most craptastic days that little bit less craptastic. Today Laura and I sat out in the rose garden across from our school again just to bask in your glory. I'm not gonna lie. It was pretty much the best thing since sliced bread. Tomorrow I'm cheating on my lesson plans so that I can slip into my new bikini and be kissed by your rays all day long. And Sunday the in-laws and I are headed to the beach for the entire day - promise you'll be there? I'll be the one covered in oil.
I know this is only the beginning of a summer fling, but I'm really falling head over heels.
I need your lovin' baby!
Your (pasty white) beach babe ;)
Stop being a miserable bugger and come to the beach with us this weekend. Please?!? Pretty please with sugar on top and your favorite mint mousse?!?
I promise it won't kill you, and ya never know - you just might enjoy yourself.
Love you the most,
Dear Mama Lynne,
Buckle up and save your Weight Watchers points because I'm making us these super amazing Lemon Crinkle Cookies I found on Pinterest this weekend. If they're anything like those Lemonies you just might die.
Dear Allergies or 80 billionth cold (I'm not entirely sure which one yet),
But whatever one you are... Seriously? SERIOUSLY?!? Take a hike bozo and stop harassing me! I've had more illnesses in the past year than you've had hot bodies so go stalk someone else. No joke. I think I've had my share of your type and I'm learning nothing from this never ending cycle of feeling like crap. I deserve better, dammit! Now go pick on someone your own size? Besides, now that Mother Nature has finally clocked on to the fact that it's summer and agreed to shower us with gloriousness, I need you - this stuffed-up, taste and smell evoking NASTINESS - to bugger off ASAP.
Your worst enemy
Dear beastly Frankenstein fly that bit me today,
May a fly swatter make contact with you sometime in the very near future.
That is all.
Dear Piña Colada,
Get. In. My. Belly.
Preferably at the same time as when Rupert Holmes magically appears to ask me if I like getting caught in the rain, yoga or waking up at midnight.
Thanks so much.
Dear Mom, Dad and Sonya,
I miss you.
I love you.
We're SO close!