dear organized mess of a house,
i am sososso ready for you to be just organized. and i would like you to do it all by yourself. k? k.
thanks much,
the girl who sleeps, breaths, and is inhaling all your dust
dear sweet, sweet husband whojustmessedupmynewlypaintedwallwithyourhugetvyoujusthung,
if you didn't noticed {which would be kinda hard} your wif spent all {freaking} day painting, and touching up *every square inch* of the house so we could be all done painting, and you just messed it up!
a not so happy camper
*who still loves you with all her heart.
next door neighbor girl,
i hope you don't take this any other way other than constructive critisism, but can you please, please, PLEASE really learn how to play that saxophone of yours, find a new instrument to play, or another practice spot other than RIGHT outside my front window?
it's really hard to take a nap with you playing like that in that in particular spot.
*or maybe i should just not be lazy and take a nap?
either way, it doesn't sound good...yet.
your very tired/mean neighbor to the right
dear santa eric,
i really want to know what you are making/giving me for christmas. you have been up to something for the past 2 weeks, and i am really intrigued. please give me a hint! :)
love you mostes!
jench
