Friday's Letters

Trying a new link-up today because my thoughts are all scattered. Between my weekend project, my upcoming birthday and a dozen other things on my mind, I don't think I could blog about just one thing today.  So I won't.

Dear Jamie, Alicia, Jaci and Ashley:

I am so excited to celebrate my birthday with you next week.  The past few years have been big bashes (all of which were awesome), but I'm definitely loving the smaller vibe this year.  Hickory Park (hello free dessert with a serenade), tattoos and drinks at my brother's bar.  It will be awesome.

Dear Rangers:

I still love you and will always love you, but I need you to start playing better. You started the season so strong, but the weeks leading up to the All-Star Break were incredibly frustrating to watch.  Please get healthy and get hitting again. I hate the off-season, so it'd be great if you could delay it for the third year in a row.

Dear Casey:

I really wish you could talk, so I could do whatever you need to get you to stop pooping on the floor right next to the litter box. You're such a good kitty otherwise.  I don't know what you're trying to tell me.  I've been told it's a plea for attention, but when I try and give you attention, you don't want it. I've tried adding a third litter box, changing litters, using a plug-in designed to calm cats, etc. I don't know what else to do, but I'm getting really tired of cleaning up after you.

Dear Grandpa Dale:

Today would have been your birthday. If I had decided to be born a week early, we could have shared a birthday (and you would have given my mom a monetary reward).  But I decided I would rather be right on time and have my own day.  That sounds about right. Ha ha. That said, I hope you're having a great birthday in Heaven. I hear they're the best.

Dear neighbors:

I have been oh so tolerant of your teenagers blasting their car stereos so loud I can't hear my television and setting off fireworks until the late night hours last week. But did you really need to put chunks of cement from your new driveway extension in my yard?  I'm glad I saw it before I mowed over it, but I was none too pleased.  It's a good thing you weren't outside because I would have said some not-so-nice things.  Instead, I just glared at your house and muttered a lot of obscenities under my breath. 

Dear local Mexican food place:

Your fajita salad is amazing.  Steak, avocados, two kinds of cheese, hard boiled egg, tomatoes with ranch on the side.  And I really don't even need the dressing.  It's that good.  I could eat one every week if my budget allowed.  

Dear Kindle:

I know I've been neglecting you lately and spending more time with my laptop and television. It's not you, it's me. I promise we will spend some quality time together this weekend.

Dear Droid X:

I know I have exhausted you and probably abused you, but I'm begging you to hang on for a few more months. I can't afford the phone I want just yet, so I'm sticking with you for awhile.  I hope you aren't insulted by that because I don't need you to misbehave more than you already are.  Shutting off in the middle of the night (when you know I need your alarm to wake me up in the morning) and randomly turning on the camera and taking photos.  That's cute.  But ... knock it off. Pretty please.

Dear Daniel Tosh:

Jokes about rape are not funny. Ever. Thanks to freedom of speech, you are free to write jokes about whatever you want.  But that doesn't mean I have to listen to them. And I don't have to accept them as funny. And I definitely don't need to "lighten up."

Dear Rangers Twitter Soulmate:

You probably won't see this because you're busy rounding up family and getting ready to exchange vows with a very smart and lucky lady. I hope you have an excellent wedding weekend. I'm only disappointed you didn't convince your brother to invite me as his date.

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I hope everyone has a great weekend!