Dear....

[AnaKhouri]

Dear Rum:

My son is only 3 months old and some days I am convinced I am the worst mother in the world. And then I think about this TV movie I saw once where Farrah Fawcett played this woman who killed her 3 kids because she wanted to be with her (married) boyfriend and he didn't want kids. And it was a true story. And then I think about how maybe I am not so bad after all.

At least you're not Farrah Fawcett.

-Ana-

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Ana,

I'm thankful I wasn't drinking anything when I read your last line. Thank you for putting it in perspective for me.

Last night was better 'cos Child Rum snuggled up against me and let put my arm around her so she could go to sleep.

I love her. I really do.

I just get mad sometimes and yell. And that hurts her ears and her feelings and then I get sad.

Happy now,
Rummy
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Dear Shpepper,

Thank you for the plushies!

I love them!


Rummy

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy,

***Passes Piles of Purple Plushies***

Rhymingly,

Pepper

p.s. Just in case you needed more.



Dear Child Rum,

please remember that even when Mummy Rummy yells, she still loves you. It's just like sometimes you might yell too. Always give Mummy Rummy snuggles at night. It will make it all better for both of you.


Understandingly,

Pepper

[Bella_Vixen]

Dear life--

This isn't very fun.

--me

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Life,

Please be more fun for Bella_Vixen.

Threateningly,
Rummy
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Dear Shpepper,

Thank you for the pluhies and the advice to Child Rum!

Now let's pretend that she can remember it.

Hahahaaha!
Rummy

[Jack T. Chance]

Dear Lower Back;

What the fuck, Chuck? Why are you still hurting so much? You have been bombarded with MASSIVE doses of Ibuprofen, and have had ice packs applied to you on a regular basis. At this point, you're just being difficult. Stop. Just stop.

No love for you today;

Me

[iradney]

Dear Nathan Fillion



If you were in a closer geographical region, you'd be in SO. MUCH. TROUBLE

Rads

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear Rads,

What did he do? I love that show.

-be

[iradney]

Dear BE

The question is, what didn't he do

- Rads

[Bella_Vixen]

Dear Rummy--

Thanks!



--Bella

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Bella,

You're more than welcome!


Rummy
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Dear Mr. & Child Rum,

Can we please, just once, have a non-yelly, non-tv-watching, really nice, sit-down dinner?

Just once?


Mrs. Rummy the Mummy
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Dear Child Rum,

No more getting up before 0'dark-thirty!

I'm exhausted.

As soon as you get on the school bus, I'm going back to bed.


Mummy

[Becks]

Dear MOTH's insurance company,

You know, he takes 3 Effexors a day for a reason.

Maybe I should send him to you guys so you can see what he's like when he doesn't get the full dose...or any dose.

Fuck off,

me

[Jack T. Chance]

Dear Lower Back;

What the fuck, Chuck? Why are you still hurting so much? You have been bombarded with MASSIVE doses of Ibuprofen, and have had ice packs applied to you on a regular basis. At this point, you're just being difficult. Stop. Just stop.

No love for you today;

Me

You're doing it to me again, Lower Back.

I hate you.

--Me

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear Mother,

Just give me the farking address! That's what google maps is for!

Grrr.

[karath]

Dear Corporate: can I get a solid reply on if I still have a job? Please? I'm already sick and tired, I don't need the stress!

--Evillest Steve

Dear Erin: PLEASE remember that I am a male. As such, catching hints is not a strong suit of mine. ...Seriously, what the hell is going on?

--Steve

Dear common sense: the sledgehammer is being guarded by the virus that's currently infecting me. Please feel free to bludgeon me with it until I sleep.

Your host