Please sort yourself out. You're making me twitchy and unpleasant to live with. I don't think Shawn can handle another incident like last night when that jar of alfredo sauce shattered and I had a complete meltdown.
Sincerely,
The One Rocking Back and Forth and Crying
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Dear Grocery Bag that I Dropped on the Concrete Ground of the Parkade
Why did you have to be the bag that I shoved my wallet and blackberry into to free up hand space so I could carry more groceries? Why did you also have to be the bag containing the aforementioned jar of alfredo sauce? Were you jealous because the other grocery bags were full to the brim of lovely tasty groceries and you were the last bag I packed so you only got to carry a few random items? I hope you like your new home ... the garbage. I don't care how reusable you are, jerkface.
Regards,
The One Who May Have Been a Tad Aggressive as She Threw You Out
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Dear Stella,
Alfredo sauce is not for puppies!
Love,
The One Who Doesn't Want to Clean Up Your Alfredo Vomit
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Dearest Blackberry,
Thank you for working again after I dismantled you and cleaned alfredo sauce out of your every crevice with a q-tip. Now if you could just stop smelling like alfredo sauce we could go back to being friends.
Love,
The One Who Gags Every Time She Answers a Call