This is my first foray into writing the letters that desperately need to be written.
Dear Lumbar area of my back,
Enough already! Go bug the sh*t out of somebody else, will ya? Thanks.
MAW, old fart
Dear GetMyCricut shipping department,
I am pleased that my Cricut arrived. However, I should like to point out that you spelled the expected shipping time wrong. You spelled it "three d-a-y-s" when, clearly, what you meant was "three w-e-e-k-s." Unfortunately, I don't think this is a problem that spellcheck will catch.
MAW, licensed English teacher
Dear Readers of that page where the blogger ripped me a new one,
Don't be so quick to jump on the bandwagon, eh? Maybe, just maybe, you aren't getting the whole story. If I were a different type of person, there might be a full-on war going on right now, wirelessly.
MAW, actually a pretty nice person if you get to know me.
Dear Google Reader,
Please stop showing me that number! I know I have added lots of new blogs to my list lately, so I'm a little behind. Your constant nagging, however, can only be counterproductive. So shut the hell up.
MAW, conscientious reader
Dear Connie Chung,
I'm sure you didn't mean to poop in my hand. All is forgiven.
MAW, your smelly roommate's mother.
Dear self in those pictures,
Your mother was right. A little lipstick never hurt anybody.
MAW, plain jane.
Pop on over to Kat's place for more Dear So-and-So's.
