Dear 2012 London Olympics,
WELCOME and HOORAY! I've been impatiently counting down the days until your arrival and I am over the moon the big day is finally upon us! I am seriously loving all of the festive celebrations that have engulfed the UK and I feel truly blessed that Carl and I are still in England and able to soak it all up. Let's go teams USA and GB! (I was forced into showing support for team GB by the husband. The reality is I want the US to thump them so I have all the bragging rights. Haa!)
Dear Womanly Hormones,
Sort yourselves out, dammit! I'm sick of crying over ridiculous crap. Things like when Edward Lewis falls in love with Vivian the prostitute and practically shits his pants as he climbs up the fire escape. I'm also getting concerned about my epic crabbiness. Case in point: earlier today when I genuinely contemplate throwing my laptop out of the window as it shut down mid blog post...and didn't save. Or how I'd like to strangle the woman who lives downstairs and wakes me up at 2:30am as she shouts for her little yapping rat-dog Toby.
I just want to be mentally stable and happy-go-lucky again. Is that too much to ask?
The past couple of days I've practically peed my pants laughing at our 3-way Whatsapp conversations. You two are truly hilarious and I am SO thankful that, through blogging, we've become such good friends. Technology is a wonderful thing and I smile more knowing the both of you :)
P.S. I've thought of two more DISGUSTING words: cactus and burgle. Ew.
Thank you SO MUCH for, yet again, handing me the biggest laugh EVER. Not only are you clearly ignorant to all things pregnancy related, but you're enormously confused about the anatomy of camels. Nevertheless you're sweet, cute and all mine mine mine. Our conversation about baby bumps was one of my favorite conversations we've ever had, and even now I'm laughing. I can't wait to make babies with you and grow our family. I just know you'll be the best Daddy around and I could not be more excited for the future.
It has been nearly a month since the hubs and I have vacated your fine property in anticipation for the big move back across the Atlantic. Please refund our deposit, as you've been promising, sometime within the next century. I'd be forever grateful and I desperately need some nice new bras and underwear.
Dear Bridier Baubles,
I have been in LOVE with and vicariously drooling over your jewelry for months now. Seriously MONTHS! And as of last week I am no longer a Bridier Baubles virgin! (is it just me or do you hear a choir of angels singing?) My sweet sweet hubby fulfilled my Britta Bead dreams and got me both the turquoise and white set. Kerry emailed me yesterday to say they've been dispatched and I have never been more excited for mail to arrive in all my entire life. As soon as I set foot on US soil I plan to strut around like a proud peacock displaying my latest necklace obsession. I'm like a kid in a candy store. An elephant in a peanut factory. Elizabeth Taylor in Cartier.
Bring on the baubles I say!
WHY must you always stab yourself in the eye as you apply mascara? It hurts. You'd think you'd learn. But no. It's a daily occurrence and pretty soon you'll be BLIND. Learn from your idiotic mistakes, please.
The pictures above perfectly define our relationship. This, my dear, is why we are best friends. You, more than any other person in the world, are willing to be silly and carefree with me. You'll sit with me on GoogleChat for hours, make-upless and messy haired, making silly faces and laughing or being serious and honest. You are my very best friend in the entire world and I've missed you OODLES over the past 4 years. I love that we're always able to pick up right where we left off and I'm so excited to spend time with you on a regular basis again.
Well, that's all for me today, lovelies! Feel free to join us for the link up and share your letters!
Thanks for reading and enjoy the rest of your FRIDAY! :)