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please exit my life immediately. youre making me crazy. i know you happen from time to time, but all at once? please give this lady a break for once.
dear husband,
sorry i royally ruined supper last night by grabbing the wrong metal can and dumping it into the spaghetti. cinnamon spaghetti isnt a good combo. trust me, we tried it. it was bad. really bad.
dear saturday,
are you here yet? can you hear me? get here faster. wasting my days away again, i know, but i need a break from this place they call work.
dear orange pineapple juice pouches,
you are definitely my new favorite. especially when i mix you with a little ice, and more than enough cake vodka. its like a magical pineapple upside down cake or something. even my super masculine husband was impressed by my creation.
dear no bake oatmeal peanut butter chocolate cookies,
i'm still kind of pissed you didnt harden up like you were supposed to. whats the deal? but enjoying you with a spoon was kind of fun.
*please note: it apparently has been shown to me by the man upstairs i should not be anywhere near a recipe or making food this week. just dont let me cut off a finger or burn the house down and i will be forever grateful*
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Aw man. I hate weeks like that... Where whatever it is you're trying to do just isn't working out the way you want! I will keep in mind never to add cinnamon to my spaghetti though... ;)
ReplyDeletethis was awesome. i write notes like this in my head all the time! ha i found you on truly lovely and am a new follower today. :-)
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