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Dear Penguin,
5:00 am is not morning. I don't care what the birds outside your window might say. 5:00 am on a Saturday is even more NOT morning.
Love,
The Parent Who Usually Gets Up With You
Dear Pumpkin,
Modesty is a virtue. Really.
Love,
The Parent Who Didn't Actually Post About That and Merely Linked to It on Your Father's Blog
Dear Bats,
I love that you eat mosquitoes.
I don't love that you apparently hide the day away in my outside back porch.
Actually, that's fine, JUST QUIT POOPING ALL OVER THE PLACE THERE. IT'S GROSS!
Not so much with the love,
The Sweeper
Dear Whoever Was in the City Land Behind our House this Past Saturday Morning,
A chainsaw? At 8:00 am on a Saturday? Was that really necessary, pal?
Sincerely,
At Least I Was Already Up
And finally...
Dear Paternal Parents, but especially Grampa Pharaoh, Mr. Kluges, and Grampa Jem,
Happy (belated) Father's Day!!!!
Love,
A Daughter, Mother-of-the-children, and Daughter-in-law
2 comments:
Ha HA! Oh, those early mornings. Why, WHY?!
But the underwear? Well, that's just funny. Ours has suddenly taken to strtipping off everything and running around, but we do insist on undies so we don't get bum germs all over the house. And of course, because some stuff just ought to be private, oughtn't it?
Maybe you could lure the bats away from your porch by putting up bat houses. It worked for my BiL to get the bats out of his attic.
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