Friday’s Letters


I linked up with Ashley over at for Friday’s Letters.  Enjoy my Friday’s Letters.

Dear S, Please stop getting up so early, I cannot continue to keep getting up at 6am when I don’t go to bed until 2am.  I know I should go to bed earlier, but when you stay up till 11pm because I made you take a nap, I still need a few hours of downtime after you go to sleep.  So either sleep in longer or start going to bed earlier even though you are taking a nap.  You need lots of sleep.  A lot more than 7-8 hours a night.

Dear B, Thank you so much for helping out with my House Party last night cooking all of the food.  I hate to touch raw chicken and refuse to do it.  Even the avocado grossed me out when I was scraping it out of the skin.  I couldn’t have done it without you.  Hopefully, this leads to doing more of these parties.

Dear Mosquitos, We have had such a good relationship these past 32 years, don’t start messing things up now.  It has always been a respectful understanding, you leave me alone and I won’t kill you.  Why have you been bothering me these past couple of days.  Is it that bad this year?  I usually only get bugged by mosquitos when others are covered in them.  I just don’t get bit by mosquitos.  Can’t tell you why and don’t really care why, just don’t start.

Dear Weather, You have been absolutely dreadful this past week.  It has been so hot and humid this week that I have not let S go outside and play before 8pm.  I see in the predictions that the weather should cool off some to just a high in the low 80s.  That cannot come soon enough, and dang the meteorologists better be right this time.  I cannot take anymore high 90 days with a heat index of over 100°.  Where is Jack Frost when you need him to nip at your nose?

Dear Glee creator Ryan Murphy, I find it surprising that you have not commented public on Cory Monteith’s death.  Is it because you are disgusted by the turn of events, don’t care, or just don’t comment on things like this?  I would be curious to know the reason.  No Twitter, Facebook, or comment through your publicist.


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Disclaimer: I have never claimed to be any great writer. So any mistakes that are made are my fault. Sometimes I mix up names B, S, and P, but I think you can figure out who I am talking about. If you find any grammatical errors just fix it in your mind so it sounds right.
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