|September 10, 2011|
Dear Tom, a year ago today, we were working our last day of work before our wedding. We had just moved into our new apartment, we had 10 people staying in our two bedroom apartment, and we had spent three hours on the phone the night before finalizing everything with the caterer, photographer, and DJ. I cannot believe that we celebrate our one year anniversary on Monday. The year went by so fast, but then again, time does fly when you are having fun.
Dear Grampa, it was so weird not seeing you at the yard sale this past weekend. It has not fully sunken in yet that you are no longer here with us. I miss you.
Dear uterus, please stop pretending that you have a little inhabitant if in fact you do not. At this point, you are being mean.
Dear FeEx guy, my new laptop is on your truck. I know that you have many deliveries today, but I am a bit of a nerd and the excitement of a new toy is killing me.
Dear apartment, I am going to clean you today, and you are going to stay clean. Laundry, that means you too.