Dear Doctors Office,
Stop being morons. Why did you leave a message on my phone asking me to phone back ASAP...only to say you have no recollection of having called me in the first place when I actually did phone back. Also, you said you'd "make further inquiries and get back to me shortly!" That was days ago. Come on now. You know I'm
slightly dramatic and spent days wondering if I needed to have my arm amputated or whether you'd found some unheard of deadly virus when running my blood tests.
Don't needlessly freak me out again. It's mean.
Dear City-Slicker Husband,
Thank you SO MUCH for handing me one of the biggest laughs of my entire lifetime on Wednesday when, during a conversation about my love of fireflies and how they remind me of my childhood, you asked (in all seriousness) if they lit up because they produced sparks out of their butts. BAHAHAHAHA!
I love you SO much.
Thank you for always making me laugh.
Dear English Weather,
What the heck is going on here? This monsoon in June thing just isn't floating my boat. Don't you know it's summer? Get it together already!
Dear precious little pre-schooler's at Rice Lane,
I've missed you SO much. It warmed my heart yesterday to hear you all yell my name as I walked in to visit. You remembered me! And I certainly remembered you.
Grow big and enjoy yourselves in Kindergarten next year!
Learn lots and give Ms. Jones as much grief as possible ;) (haha you know I love ya, Mandy!)
Hugs and cuddles,
Dear Thirsty Thursday,
You should come around more often! I thoroughly enjoyed sipping white wine mixed with fresh apple juice last night. (seriously, if you haven't tried that concoction, you need to. It's SO yummy!) It's been over a year since any of my Thursday's were Thirsty - but I can see we've rekindled our love. Thanks for a casual, relaxing date. I went to bed buzzing with happiness. (HA! I'm such a little comedian).
Dear Crap Carl and I have accumulated over the past 4 years,
Do us a favor, please.
Dear High Levels of Pollen,
Stop antagonising my throat, eyes and nose.
No one likes you here. Take a hint Billy-no-mates.
Dear Cuthbert's Bakehouse,
Thank you x 70843989 million for making the very best cakes in all of Liverpool. In fact, they're so good I walked an extra 45 minutes through the city yesterday JUST to buy a slice of your Toasted Coconut and Lemon Curd cake.
It was heavenly. And as a result of my gluttony I may have got the dreaded cake throat (you know, that awkward moment when you've eaten cake too fast - because, let's face it, you're being a pig - and you feel like you're 2 seconds away from choking on that spongy ball that's lodged in your breathing pipe). Anyway, cake throat and all, it was delicious and you'll be seeing me again very soon.
This time next month I'll be seein' ya! I am so excited to hug and kiss my beautiful friends and family again. I can barely contain my excitement! 2 years is a long time . Too long . In fact, I very well might kiss the ground as soon as I get off the plane.
Home sweet home.
♪ ♫ Country roads, take me home.
To the place, where I belong. ♪ ♫
Oh, and in case you're wondering, I'm well aware that song is actually about West Virginia...but for the purpose of this post, it's about good ol' Vermont. Haha!
Thanks for reading, lovelies!
Enjoy the rest of your FRIDAY! :)
Lots of love, love, love,
Lots of love, love, love,