Friday Letters

Friday letters


Dear NF, The beginning of January you went to bed like a champ.  Lately not so much.  This week you went nuts from 730-8 like full hyper speed… then putting you to bed was like torture… for both of us.  On another topic, I love that you sing the amen song.  And since when did you start saying echo?  And I can’t believe you count now!  Even if  it’s 3, 4, 9 usually.  And you call 6 up up down 9 and turn your head like you’re trying to look at it upside down.  Oh, you still call W cereal… and I hope you do for forever.

Dear The Bachelor Juan Pablo, you’re the best bachelor ABC’s ever had, I really do think so.

Dear The Olympics, Where’s the hype?  Are we too caught up on the Super Bowl to even talk about you?

Dear Friday nights, I think I’ve always been weird on Friday nights.  The pressure you bring.  Everyone is like TGIF!  And you come and I am like yes!!!  Then Friday night comes… and I’m pretty much doing the same thing I did during the work week except I don’t shower the next morning and I stay up maybe 30 minutes later.  I get a feeling in my stomach I’m missing out and then it’s time to go to bed and I did nothing fun.

Dear Super Bowl, I hope I enjoy you?  No one’s team is in it… so I don’t really care about the outcome.  I did buy a square so that should make you a little more exciting?  And the half time show?

Dear Smellen, you said you’d call me back and you did NOT.  I’m jealous you and your boy friend do things like go to Kohls’s on Friday nights together.  You’re probably watching a movie together right now. #doisoundlonelybecauseiam

Dear Abs Class, I hope I am sore tomorrow.  I really really do.

Dear Grocery Store, I am going to see you tomorrow as early as possible (by 8:45 AM is the goal?).  I really hope it’s not a zoo because of the giant Syracuse Duke game and the Super Bowl.

Dear Syracuse Basketball, I’m not into you this year and I have reasons that have nothing to do with you.  I’m sure once March Madness is here I’ll care more.

Dear Laundry Machines, I HATE that you’re 25 cents more a machine.  Gathering $3 in quarters today was rough… rougher than $2.50 that’s for sure.

Dear Winter, I’m over you too!

Dear Tredmill, I wish I owned you.  I’d go on you right now and run a mile.

Dear Shark Tank, you made me so hungry tonight!  I wanted that cookie dough so bad!

Dear Garmin, thank you… you bring me right where I want to go.  Living without a smart phone isn’t so bad because I have you.

Dear Stomach, NO I will not feed you right now.  There’s no need it’s too late and almost time for bed so stop.

Dear Mind, Have I lost you?  Maybe?

Dear Blog Readers, who are you?  Comment so I know.  Who really reads this thing?