dear fiance, i know i can be a huge brat when i dont get my way or when your plans squash my plans.
please learn to deal with it i am working on it, until then i am sorry for my brattyness.
dear body, i am sorry. you need a tune up and a perhaps i should treat you better, but you know i cant say no to peppers, cheese, anything fried and chocolate. maybe you should work out a little more, chubs.
dear headache, go. away.
dear weather app on my phone, YOU LIAR!! 90% chance of rain? there isnt a fiken %5 chance of rain, and i didnt do my hair or wear a cute outfit today because you said it was going to rain. boo on you.
dear rye rye, sorry i was so mean today- but that stupid tooth of yours better come in soon because your crying makes me bonkers.
dear wedding, i have come to the conclusion that i am ok if you plan yourself. i will leave you a budget and a color scheme, try not to blow the budget and we will be just fine. let me know when you are done. oh... and you only have 6 months.
dear dora and diego, why???
dear apartment, bro. you look like a tornado of toddlers with scissors has been here. clean yourself up before people start to think that smell in the downstairs hallway is coming from our unit.
dear future husband, i know you read my blog. i dont tell you things bu you seem to know them even though i only told my readers. are you stalking me? also, sorry for the brattyness again, but im not making dinner, lets hope you are willing to order pizza, again.