Little Letters

So, clearly although I love the thought of having a blog was great, I haven't done the best about keeping it up. I forget how much of my time is split between a million other things. So, with that one said, this will be quick as well, but I have a few thoughts.

Dear Crazy Toddler- Please stop breaking my stuff. For real. Mommy only has a few things that I consider to be "nice" and you are steadily declining that small list. Plus, that picture frame was from our honeymoon and is irreplacable. I still love you even though you make me mutter very bad words under my breath sometimes.

Dear Christian Grey- As much as America loved you and as much as I did- I'm kind of over you. You are still sexy, but geez, I actually got a little bored with the sex scenes by the third book. And the vocabulary was so repetitive... Heady and chastely... over and over and over.

Dear Beach- I miss you. I can't WAIT to see you and right now you are consuming my thoughts. So much so that I've already booked my NEXT beach trip after my one coming up. Its literally all I can think about. 38 days and I will roll around in your wonderfulness.

Dear Diet- I hate you and I can't do it. Some days are better, but most days, I loathe you and just want to eat everything. If I didn't want my daughter growing up thinking its ok to be fat, I'd tell you where you can go.

Dear Kady- I know you miss Nikki. We miss her too. But the sad fact is, she's not coming back. PLEASE got to sleep at night and please eat your food. I have done everything I can think of and you are wearing me out with the whining at night.

Dear Husband- I love your attentiveness lately. And what you are doing is working. When you do nice things for me, it makes me want to do nice things right back at ya. So, heres to a nice dinner of kraut, weiners and mac n cheese. Your fave :)

Dear Weather- I'm falling back in love with my newly bronzed skin. Please stay warm, sunny and beautiful. Although I don't really think its fair that my toddler has better tan lines than me.

Dear Bank Account- Please continue to grow. When I try to swipe that little plastic card- just speak up and tell me no. Again, we have lost our heads and are going on FOUR vacays this year.

Dear Vegas- We will meet again. In October to be exact. I miss the way you smell, I miss your fountains, I miss practically everything about you.

and last, Dear Best Friends- I'm so glad ya'll are back from the beach.  I was dripping with jealously anxiousness and ready for ya'll to be back so we can count down to our next vacay. That is for the exact same week in different locations. But at least one won't suffer while the other is away. That is all.