Letters to the People

I decided to write some letters...

Dear Babe,
I miss you.  Like, a lot.  Like, so incredibly much that it hurts.  As in, I'm ready to go to the airport, pay a gajillion dollars for a ticket, and hop on a plane to come see you.  I hate that we're so far away from each other.  And I hate your new schedule.  I'm trying to be patient, but it's REALLY hard.  Please make the next two years go by really fast!

I love you,
Me
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Dear Aurs,
Thank you for waking me up at the ass crack of dawn on Friday.  I have a confession to make.  I only answered the phone because I was worried something was wrong.  Otherwise, I was waking up out of an Ambien haze and wanted to stay asleep for another 30 mins.  And I know it wasn't really THAT early, but since it was before my alarm went off, it was early.  But it made getting out of bed that much easier.  I'm glad you called.  I miss you.

Love,
Ta
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Dear Wiki,
WTF were we thinking?  Seriously, I haven't been this worn out since I can't remember when.  I'm so glad yesterday is over with, and that if we decide to do it again, we've got 8 months to get ready.  I think it might take me that long to find the desire to craft again. 

Your Relief Society Batch ,
Salti
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Dear Work,
I love you... even though you're probably going to cause me to pull my hair out, scream, cry and get angry between now and the end of the year.  It's all a welcome change.

Your newest fan,
Erica
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Dear Crazy MaryKay Lady at the Urban Flea Market,
I'm pretty sure you were on crack yesterday.  The Halloween luminaries were not cause for your hysterical fits of laughter.  Yes they were cute.  No they did not warrant your incessant giggling.  Lay off the drugs... they're not working for your personality... or your hair.

Sincerely,
One Crafty Utah Bitch
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Dear Puppies,
Please, for the love of all that is holy, quit using the downstairs as your outhouse.  Seriously, this is getting old.  I'm sorry that it's cold outside.  And I'm sorry that you have to go out in the weather to do your bidness.  But I don't want to clean it up anymore.  And I'm sick and tired of the house smelling like it does.  It's gross.  Put your big girl panties on and start acting like the good dogs you are.

Love,
Your Pseudo-Mommy/Auntie
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Dear Cass,
I am so super excited for you right now!  I think I'm still in shock that you're preggers!  I've been saying for a long time that you were going to have another bubba and you just needed to chillax.  I'm glad you finally listened to me!  Ha!  I'm so excited, you don't even know!  Also, this moving thing kinda sucks, but I know it's going to open so many doors for your family and it's the best decision for you guys right now.  I'm just being selfish because you're moving further away from me.  I'll get over it though... and thank heavens for Skymiles!  Plus, I've never gotten to visit Georgia... it'll be a new adventure for me too!

Mwah,
Auntie Ta