I love it when I get to stay home with you..and when you go to the cul-de-sac with me..and when you blow bubbles with me.
I like it when you text me.
You are a genius for having happy hour this month.
(i sort of love your strawberry soy)
Dear sore throat:
I hate you.
Dear ice water:
I love you.
Dear Calvary Chapel men:
..I think it is rad that you meet at starbucks to talk.
Dear Old Navy:
your clothes are way overpriced..but your flip-flops? 2 for $5? what a deal.
Dear track meets:
I’m going to miss you.
Your heart can be changed…it really can.
I really hope one day we can meet..and I can play on your baby grand piano. That would be marvelous.
I want to buy you.