Dear Girl at the Opera Two Weeks Ago,
Thanks for texting through the entire opera. I really appreciated that. I also appreciated the fact that you thought booty shorts, ripped white leggings, and a see-through top were appropriate attire. For the opera. Thanks a bunch.
Dear Lady Sitting Next to the Girl at the Opera Two Weeks Ago,
Thanks for saying to the texter-girl what we were all thinking; "You need to put your phone away during the opera!", with disapproving glare and all. You are my hero.
Dear Husband,
Thanks for being sweet and taking me on a movie date today, popcorn and all. Movies are no fun without popcorn, and definitely no fun without you.
Dear Orvis Catalog,
Thank you for arriving today, and showing me that there are, in fact, fly fishing products especially for dogs. and also for having lots of pictures of beagles. I love beagles. Almost as much as I love my husband.
Dear Jim Carrey,
Thank you for making a movie involving penguins. They're cute, cuddly, and always look so dapper. Flightless Arctic birds always dressed in tuxes: THEY would look appropriate at the opera.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
Friday, May 6, 2011
My Husband
likes pickled beets.
has an aversion to seafood, Will Ferrell movies, and grilled cheese made on anything but white bread.
surprises me with things like a freshly cleaned apartment, tickets to a baseball game, or spontaneous date nights.
will sit through "Grey's Anatomy" with me if I beg.
always notices if I get my hair cut or my nails done.
is really looking forward to being a daddy someday, and always takes an opportunity to remind me of it.
loves that I wear glasses, read a lot, occasionally snort when I laugh, and otherwise engage in nerdiness.
has been my significant other for two years and four months, and my husband for seven months.
has a birthday coming up, and has asked only for a piece of cheesecake and a cam for rockclimbing.
calls his grandmother every Saturday.
makes me smile every day.
has an aversion to seafood, Will Ferrell movies, and grilled cheese made on anything but white bread.
surprises me with things like a freshly cleaned apartment, tickets to a baseball game, or spontaneous date nights.
will sit through "Grey's Anatomy" with me if I beg.
always notices if I get my hair cut or my nails done.
is really looking forward to being a daddy someday, and always takes an opportunity to remind me of it.
loves that I wear glasses, read a lot, occasionally snort when I laugh, and otherwise engage in nerdiness.
has been my significant other for two years and four months, and my husband for seven months.
has a birthday coming up, and has asked only for a piece of cheesecake and a cam for rockclimbing.
calls his grandmother every Saturday.
makes me smile every day.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Texts I Sent Today
"Did I talk in my sleep last night? I had a strange dream involving peacocks, trail mix, and fly fishing."
"Things that creep me out today: Drew Carey's blonde hair plugs, a mysterious red spill at work, and how people at work actually say things like 'roger' and 'copy that' over their walkie talkies."
"Sorry (I didn't text you back.) I was watching the game, aka reading while Brian watched the game."
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Little Letters II
Dear Refreshing Nap Today,
you were so deliciously necessary. i hope we meet again soon.
Dear Trainer from Work,
thanks so much for bring me meyer lemons from your neighbor's tree. they are so beautiful and tangy and sweet. they make my ice water taste better, and my kitchen smell wonderful, and are the perfect reminder that summer is around the corner.
Dear Detroit Redwings,
i love you guys. i do. but it's time for the playoffs. and you are really stinking lately. and when you stink, it frustrates me. however, it puts my husband in a terrible mood. we love you no matter how you play, but please stop stinking, for the sake of my happy household. thank you.
Dear "Extreme Couponers,"
please stop being such an addictive show. i love the couponers, i hate the couponers, i love to hate the couponers. women who don't have children creating stockpiles of diapers? check. men who get a thrill of stockpiling over two thousand tubes of toothpaste? check. cut it out.
Dear People who say "Addicting,"
it is not a word. the correct word is "addictive." please and thank you.
Dear Amie and Katie,
congratulations on your graduations! i am so proud of both of you, and miss you terribly, and wish i were home to take you both out for cappuccinos and ozone pizza.
you were so deliciously necessary. i hope we meet again soon.
Dear Trainer from Work,
thanks so much for bring me meyer lemons from your neighbor's tree. they are so beautiful and tangy and sweet. they make my ice water taste better, and my kitchen smell wonderful, and are the perfect reminder that summer is around the corner.
Dear Detroit Redwings,
i love you guys. i do. but it's time for the playoffs. and you are really stinking lately. and when you stink, it frustrates me. however, it puts my husband in a terrible mood. we love you no matter how you play, but please stop stinking, for the sake of my happy household. thank you.
Dear "Extreme Couponers,"
please stop being such an addictive show. i love the couponers, i hate the couponers, i love to hate the couponers. women who don't have children creating stockpiles of diapers? check. men who get a thrill of stockpiling over two thousand tubes of toothpaste? check. cut it out.
Dear People who say "Addicting,"
it is not a word. the correct word is "addictive." please and thank you.
Dear Amie and Katie,
congratulations on your graduations! i am so proud of both of you, and miss you terribly, and wish i were home to take you both out for cappuccinos and ozone pizza.
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