Friday's Letters

We are going to do this each anniversary, while holding last year's picture

Dear Tom, poop happens. Yes, I'm sad that we cannot go to Acadia this weekend, but your ankle is more important than sleeping in a tent. I promise, we will go up for a day trip this fall, once you are off your crutches, and now we have a camping trip to look forward to in 2013. I still love you and cherish every day of this past year.

Dear Bone Doctor, please be nice to Tom at his appointment today. He already feels horrible about our anniversary. We are really hoping for a best case scenario with minimal recovery time. Tom is already sick of the crutches, and it has not even been a week yet.

Dear Doctor that Originally Did Tom's Surgery, every nurse and doctor that we have talked to over this past week has wanted to know why you did not remove the pin. Moron.

Dear Chicago Bears, you played REALLY crappy against the Packers last night. Yes, I know the Packers are supposedly a really good team, but they are also your biggest rivals. Tom is really disappointed with you, and, quite frankly, if you don't get your act together, this is going to be a very long football season.