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
3 comments:
Didn't realize you had a saxophone artist living so close to you. Oh the joy. Did he seriously mess up your paint? Oh for shame.
Fun letters! Sorry about the paint...silly boy.
dying laughing. about the saxophone, not the paint tragedy. :)
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