Friday’s Letters

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

Dear S, I love how excited you were when we went to check out the preschool you will be attending next year.  It was funny when we drove past the school with daddy and you pointed the school out and told him how they have food at that school.   You continued to tell daddy how they have cookies there if you are hungry.  How to explain to you that school’s don’t serve cookies when you’re hungry it was just because of a special occasion?

Dear B, I hope you do not regret wanting to make S’s furniture.  Although it is saving a ton of money, the time factor is a whole other issue.

Dear New Baby, Don’t you ever get tired giving me side pains on my right side when I even try to walk fast or semi-long distances?  I especially like that the pains can get so bad that you make me either have to sit down or bend over and cause me to drive heave.  It is so much fun when I try to do anything (jk).  Keep it up and I am going to keep going to concerts now that you can hear noises from outside my belly.

Dear Target, Thank you for still having the maternity jeans that I wanted on clearance in my size.

Dear Motor City Sound Board, I loved the venue for a concert, but was not happy with the ushers.  Really they are going to stop people from recording and taking pictures on their phones?  It was so annoying that the ushers kept telling people to stop recording.  At one point they got security guards, really what year are we in?  They picked and chose who they told to stop and others recorded almost the whole time.  I don’t think I will be going back there again for a concert because of the annoying ushers.

 

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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.