Friday Letters ♥

Dear Hubby,
Thanks for Castoreum. I appreciate that lovely description of 'beaver anal glands' that "naturally" flavor our food. Jesus christ, you know I'm picky with food as it is. Now if I see anything that claims 'and other natural ingredients', I'm going to picture giving a beaver a rim job. His words, not mine.

Dear Job,
I'm super excited to have the hours, I enjoy my job, and love the money. But christ I'm tired. Let's let Mrs. White have a breath eh?

Dear self,
I've only just realized why people doubt the validity of my Mrs. White moniker. Apparently it's a Clue character. Who knew?



Dear Katlyn,
Thanks so much for letting me do a product promo on your blog. Another new design that I absolutely love! So sorry I haven't been able to fix the alignment issue you're having yet, but I hope you still love it!

[GO say hi to her and see the amazing!]



Dear Weight Loss,
While I'm super proud of our progress so far, the DQ I just had to ingest is probably not going to help you.
Sorry about that. I caved. If it makes you feel better, my colon doesn't seem to appreciate what I did either.

Dear Stomach,
Hey you. Shut up and take it. We've had this food before. Just because I haven't eaten it in a while doesn't mean we're a wimp. Suck it up cupcake.

Dear Project Runway,
What the hell? Why'd you let the guy who treated his 'shockingly plus sized woman' [a size 14 mind you] like absolute shit stay on the show? I think you're sending a bad message. Makes me reconsider a few things.