This is going to be a short edition of Dear Monday, people. At 8:30pm, this is the first opportunity I have had all day to type... And it's past my bed time.
Let's get it going. Time to write some letters with Megan!
Dear Monday, Mondays without coffee are never a good sign. Somehow, we made it through together.
Dear Family BBQ, I'm not sure how, but we managed to get, mom and dad, all four kids (and their respective spouses/boyfriends), and all four grand-kids together and failed to get a picture?! I have failed a major photography fail.
Dear Spring Semester, Only 11 more days. That is all.
Dear Plum Crisp, I admit that I intentionally cut (and set aside) a larger piece for myself yesterday. I just couldn't help it. But you are so delicious, you understand.
Dear Sonny, You wrapped yourself around my back while I was watching class this evening... Like a little, miniature-spare-tire-heating-pad.
Dear Honey Bunches of Oats, Sometimes I want to smack you a little. Mostly when you are deep in fantasy baseball and ignoring me/my questions. But then I just sing show tunes really loudly and you eventually pay attention... Even if its just to tell me to be quiet. I love you.
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