Because no letter is complete without pics of Sweet Niece
Dear sickness, I've been polite in asking you to leave my family alone, but you haven't listened. I'm about to put my butt-kickin' boots on and take care of businesses. (I hope this sounds scary enough that you'll leave without a fight...)
Dear Atlanta, your traffic sucks.
Dear Alabama, your road work sucks, but your welcome center is beautiful.
Dear cancer, you suck. End of story.
Dear Hydrocodone cough syrup, you don't suck at all, you rock!
Dear blog friends, I'm so enjoying getting to know you through blogs, comments and conversation!
Dear God, thanks for many blessings, thanks for keeping Pop well so he can take care of everyone else. Especially while I'm gone
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I confess...I hadn't cleaned out my car in over a year and found quite a few things I've been missing. Oops.
I confess...my feet shouldn't been seen by man or beast until I get a pedi but oh well. Some folks better prepare to be scared.
I confess...I hate the capchas to post comments and usually have to do them twice. And that's ok when my comment posts afterwards, but when I get the "your comment will post after aporoval" um...isn't that a bit overkill?
I confess...weight loss is no longer an option. Seriously. I want to feel cute again, so I am going to HAVE to be better prepared at home and work.
I confess...I feel very guilty about leaving Muffin at home alone. :(
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