Monday, Monday. Bleh. Here are some letters to start the week with Megan!
Dear Monday, You began with tears. And coughing. A little gasping for air. And an inner plea to magically feel better.
Dear Bronchitis, I really really dislike you.
Dear Prednisone, So we meet again. We were grandly familiar with each other back in 2007, and I had hoped we would not cross paths again. At least this time it's only for five days.
Dear #marchphotoaday, I couldn't help but double-check to make sure I saw today's photo challenge correctly, and then I saw that I was indeed correct. It was easy to pull open our silverware drawer, but then I wondered - who really cares about pictures of forks?
Dear Kennedy, I cannot believe you are four. I hope you do not wish to have any more birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese.
Dear Baby Shower, I'd say that you were a great success. I planned for 20 and only 10 showed up - but better than the other way around!
Dear "Spring Break," I really wish that this meant I got a week off of work too. Darnit!
Dear Doctor Hubby, Sometimes you are really good at making me feel better, and sometimes you make me want to punch you. For example, when you tuck me in and give me some juice and a sweet kiss - this is good. When you tell me, "You'll be ok, I've felt worse than this before..." - this is not good (refer to the punching scenario). I appreciate your efforts, and love you all the same. Maybe more.