Dear Monday

Where did the weekend go?  Another Monday is here and it's time to write some letters with Megan.

Dear Monday, You weren't so bad.  Chocolate makes any Monday better.  Or, any day.

Dear Monday Night Dinners, I cannot help but dread you.  The last thing I want to do after work and in the middle of watching class is prepare a meal for us.  Frozen pizzas are my favorite go-to.

Dear Blog, I feel like I have been neglecting you lately.  I haven't had much to say, which I guess isn't a bad thing.  We'll see if I can change that this week.

Dear Mom, Thanks for having us over for a lovely Oscar party last night.  I loved kicking patooty on the Oscar ballots and the prizes were a wonderful bonus!

Dear Heat (or lack thereof), In an effort to keep our energy bill low and Brock's skin irritation at bay, Ryan and I are keep you between 62 and 65 degrees.  Let me just say that this makes it that much harder to get out of bed in the morning.

Dear Pastor Wes, Thank for you reminding us about arrogance, hypocrisy, and humbling ourselves on Sunday.

Dear Caffeine, I miss you.

Dear Ryan Joseph, I can't believe you are going to be 28 on Friday.  I like to remind you of that every chance I get... Old man.

Take Luck,
LP