Dear Illness,
Suck it.
Hate You
Dear Steroids,
I hate that you make my baby unable to sleep, and irritable. I love that you keep her from getting even more ill. This was your fault to begin with, so I can't decide if I love you or hate you.
Love,
Undecided
Dear House,
I'm a little sick of looking at the inside of your walls right now.
Love,
Getme Outtahere
Dear Me,
Stop watching Baby Story already.
Love,
Hormones
3 comments:
Ugh. I hope The Plague departs your house soon!
Here's hoping it's out of your system and the house soon. Nothing worse than the stomach bug over the holidays. Blech.
BTW: I always LOVE your letters. heh
Dear you,
I miss your face.
Love,
me
Get well soon, kiddies. I miss your momma!
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