Friday Letters

Dear Harlee:  Why are you all of a sudden not eating your food? Since when in this family have we become picky? Is something wrong? You seem normal, as normal as a dog can be.

Dear Mom: I'm excited for our "lovely" brunch on Sunday at the Texas Roadhouse. Can never say no to meat and potatoes early in the afternoon. You raised us right.

Dear Safe Haven: I have yet to see you, but I don't know if I should splurge and just go out and buy the movie. Or wait  until any Redbox in the area, has one available (which won't be for another month at the rate we are going).

Dear Rain: Go away, I had plans to plant some wildflowers in the backyard and do a little yard-scaping with the husband. Guess sitting on the couch and watching movies is our back up plan, can't complain.

Dear Cinco de Mayo: I am glad we still have left overs yet, I haven't cooked ALL week, and probably all weekend yet. Awesome.

Dear Moscato: Your sparkly-ness is calling my name. At nine in the morning? It happens. Often. ;)

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