Dear X:

Dear hubby,

Thank you for today it was so much fun this afternoon!:kiss::rose::heart:

Dear Kidlet,

I love that you loved the rollercoaster and all the rides. You amaze me and make me smile!

:kiss::rose::heart:

xx

the very loved wife/mother
 
Dear Chairs,

I loved working on you today. I loved feeling your beauty at its most essential level and helping to make you shine again. I love you.

LA
 
Dear Everyone:

You start talking about alcohol and my mind just drifts. I just can't pay attention at all...
 
Dear P,

I think you are so fine. You make me want to kiss you. Your sweetness is indescribable. I've got a crush on you.

LA
 
Dear Chanty:

Alton Towers or Blackpool?

Or am I way off the mark ;)

lol, honey my darling little minx is 3 I don't think I can handle her getting on those rides yet;) :D

Pettitts Animal Adventure Park near Norwich. Just the right size of little rides for her to get the bug with. :D They have those coin operated rides you see in front of the stores as well. She found one that was a wild west wagon with horses. We didn't even say anything about the wild west. She said she had to ride it she was going to the wild west. We had to hide giggles from her.

Little speed demon also tried out those bumper motorcycles. She hit the gas and didn't stop until she rammed an older kid who was going the wrong way. Only reason she got off then was because the time ran out on her bike.:D
 
Dear X,

Come to me now. Let's not speak a word. Let's not utter a sound. Let's just make love all night. Not soft and sweet. I want it hard and frantic. I want it like it's the last time.

LA
 
Dear Eurovision Song Contest

Take "Song" out of the title next year.

It has nothing to do with the music.

Og
 
The UK might have got more votes if...

1. We weren't the US's ally in Europe.
2. We hadn't pissed off the Russians.
3. We had a different Prime Minister.
4. We hadn't tried to stop, this week, the European Gravy Train that is the Common Agricultural Policy.
5. In the last 250 years we hadn't fought every country in the contest, except Switzerland and possibly San Marino, and I think we probably fought San Marino as well...

Og
 
We can do whatever we want also - history will prevent us. At least we got 12 votes from Bulgaria, one of our singers was born there. The other two were from switzerland, which even we didn't try to conquer...

But all in all our song was awful, so this time I understand europe :)
 
Dear You,

You're working really, really hard. Please. Let me take care of you. It's the least I can do since you took care of me these past three months. I'm almost back to 100%, so let me take care of you. I won't hurt myself again. Promise.

E.
 
Dear X;

It worries me that you persist in eating these worms. Don't they upset your stomach? Mine is pretty queasy, just watching you! :rolleyes:
 
For my little bridge-burner,

You are a beautiful and wonderful friend. I love your notes and the way you think about things. It's so fun when people understand that one of the best parts about being friends with somebody is that they let you look at life the way they see it. You get to see them just being, well, them.
And not just seeing, but accepting and enhancing. All the funny things that make us up; the freakish kaleidoscope of weirdness that lands inside our fly-traps.
I like when you are soft and I like when you are hard. I understand both. Thank you. :heart:

- She who sometimes carries an extinguisher

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Dear Bertha Rochester,

I never thought I'd say this, but I'm missing the pseudo-calming presence of Grace Poole. Please, please don't set the house on fire. I have a scrapbook I really need to keep.
Not to mention my couch and coffee table (it took forever to save for those). To borrow words from Edward Norton in Fight Club, "I'd finally gotten that whole coffee table thing figured out." Or whatever he says.
No fires. And no scissors.

- Jane Eyre
 
Dear A, B, C, W, X, Y, and of course, Z.

The more I know, the less i understand

or is that,

The more I understand, the less i know

:confused::confused::confused:

Me
 
Dear X,

Why did you have to use the worst picture of me as Henry VIII for this weekend's free paper circulated to 1.5 million people?

All day I've had comments like "But you look much better now..." :(

Og
 
Dear X,

I'm so torn. I don't know what I'm feeling....perhaps not feeling anything is the safest course.

Cloudy
 
Dear neighbors:

I wish you'd kill each other and quit making a spectacle of yourselves by fighting in the street. Just get it over with, ok? Nobody will miss you. In fact, nobody will even notice you're gone except for right away. We'll notice the quiet. Then we'll forget you ever even existed.

Buh bye.

Your Quiet Neighbor Who is About to Dial 911 :)
 
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