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Can I get a freaking AMEN to Friday?! Finally. Frickity frick!
I'm, once again, linking up with Ashley for some Friday letters.
Dear Boyfriend,
Thank you. Thank you for spending these last 8 months with me. I can't think of anyone else in the world I'd rather fall asleep next to every night and wake up to every morning. I hope for many, many more months (and years) with you. Thank you for drinking boxed wine with me. Thank you for singing me made up country songs when you're in the shower and I'm doing my make up, I proudly provide backup vocals sung in my powder brush. Thank you for always reenacting the construction worker dance from that Cheetos commercial whenever I ask you to. Thank you for putting up with nail polish fumes on a daily basis even though I know they make you cringe. I know one day you will learn to love watching So You Think You Can Dance with me, so thank you for that too. Or maybe you won't. It's ok though, you're still pretty fab.
Dear 25th Birthday,
I really can't believe today is the start of your celebration. I guess I should thank you for falling on a Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the week, so I have a legit reason to celebrate this weekend and next weekend. I've always loved my birthdays and, I guess, I'm warm to you now. I mean I don't know much about fine wine, considering my version of fine wine comes from a plastic bag housed in a cardboard box, but I've heard it gets better with age and dammit, I'm going to be like the wine that is housed in pretty glass bottles with real corks. Bring it on and let the good times roll, baby!
Dear Bride in the Photo Up There,
Thank you for your patience and your kind soul. I've never had a client make me feel so appreciated before. You are just as beautiful inside as you are on the outside... and you're really, really beautiful on the outside. I would kind of hate you if you weren't so damn nice.
Dear Twitter,
That disappearing act you pulled yesterday was not cute. Not only did you leave me in a slight panic, you made me feel really, really lame. I knew I was addicted to you but now, thanks to that little stunt you pulled, I can see just how addicted I really am. I have nothing to say for myself.
Dear GroopDealz.com,
Stop offering deals on so many cute things. I have little to no self control when it comes to online shopping. Also, please stop offering cute things for babies, causing me to want one. There's no room for baby fever in this 25 year old's life currently. Not to mention, I'm clearly not capable of being responsible for a small human at this point in my life. Seriously, I fear for my future offspring. Anyways, stick to the stuff I can purchase for myself. You know, like that oversized "child's bow" I purchased yesterday. For myself... because I'm 5, not soon-to-be 25.
Alright. Time to whip this workday into shape so I can get out of here and get my drink on with the boyfriend and his family. (no, seriously, his mama and I get down. she's amaze.) Have a great weekend everyone! See you Monday with, hopefully, a boatload of pictures from my birthday celebration #1! :)
Dear 25th Birthday,
I really can't believe today is the start of your celebration. I guess I should thank you for falling on a Wednesday, smack dab in the middle of the week, so I have a legit reason to celebrate this weekend and next weekend. I've always loved my birthdays and, I guess, I'm warm to you now. I mean I don't know much about fine wine, considering my version of fine wine comes from a plastic bag housed in a cardboard box, but I've heard it gets better with age and dammit, I'm going to be like the wine that is housed in pretty glass bottles with real corks. Bring it on and let the good times roll, baby!
Dear Bride in the Photo Up There,
Thank you for your patience and your kind soul. I've never had a client make me feel so appreciated before. You are just as beautiful inside as you are on the outside... and you're really, really beautiful on the outside. I would kind of hate you if you weren't so damn nice.
Dear Twitter,
That disappearing act you pulled yesterday was not cute. Not only did you leave me in a slight panic, you made me feel really, really lame. I knew I was addicted to you but now, thanks to that little stunt you pulled, I can see just how addicted I really am. I have nothing to say for myself.
Dear GroopDealz.com,
Stop offering deals on so many cute things. I have little to no self control when it comes to online shopping. Also, please stop offering cute things for babies, causing me to want one. There's no room for baby fever in this 25 year old's life currently. Not to mention, I'm clearly not capable of being responsible for a small human at this point in my life. Seriously, I fear for my future offspring. Anyways, stick to the stuff I can purchase for myself. You know, like that oversized "child's bow" I purchased yesterday. For myself... because I'm 5, not soon-to-be 25.
Alright. Time to whip this workday into shape so I can get out of here and get my drink on with the boyfriend and his family. (no, seriously, his mama and I get down. she's amaze.) Have a great weekend everyone! See you Monday with, hopefully, a boatload of pictures from my birthday celebration #1! :)
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