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  • Dear Life,

    I quit.

    Consider this my formal resignation.

    Me

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    • Dear Rummy,

      Actually dandelions are perfectly fine. I use them in salads often. As long as they're not all seed-covered, that is...

      Love, KiaKat (Know-it-all-Kat)

      Evil Neighbours Of Doom,

      Don't piss me off. Seriously. And you had better be willing to pay for my car. Because I am NOT above taking you to court. And I have video evidence.

      So DIAF.

      --The Nasty Bitch Neighbour.

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      • Dear CS,

        What is the best way of planning a wedding you don't have an exact date for, where there are going to be about 150 people, in approximately 6 months? 0.o

        A very frazzled Bride-to-be

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        • Dear S,

          Quite frankly you're screwing with my head.

          Cease & Desist.

          Crazylegs
          A PSA, if I may, as well as another.

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          • Quoth RedHeadPhoneGirl View Post
            Dear CS,

            What is the best way of planning a wedding you don't have an exact date for, where there are going to be about 150 people, in approximately 6 months? 0.o

            A very frazzled Bride-to-be
            Vegas? Something at someone's house. And possibly a potluck

            Good Luck
            Coffee should be strong, black and chewy! It should strip paint and frighten small children.

            My blog Darkwynd's Musings

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            • Dear life--

              I am very upset at you right now.

              --me

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              Dear Tequila Rose--

              I've missed your yumminess.

              Feel free to bring me some oblivion.

              --Me
              I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

              Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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              • Dear Lizziebeff,

                :comforting pats: there, there™®

                Love,

                Becks

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                Dear arm,

                Why does one of my bones ache?

                Knock it off. I have to work tonight.

                Grrrrrrrrrr,

                --me
                Unseen but seeing
                oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                3rd shift needs love, too
                RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                • Dear Becks--

                  Thanks kindly.

                  *hugs*

                  --Sunshine

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                  Dear Becks' arm--

                  Stop hurting.

                  *shaking fist*

                  I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

                  Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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                  • Dear Child Rum,

                    Not being able to watch Noggin all day is not the end of the world. You damaged Mommy's sleep mask, and therefore you had to be punished. This was the best one. Now, please, listen to music and play the kabilliontrillionzillion toys you have in practically every room of the house!


                    Mommy

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                    • Dear MOAO®--

                      You have got to be the best looking grandfather I know...for your young age.



                      --YOAO
                      I'm bringing disdain back...with a vengeance.

                      Oh, and your tool box called...you got out again.

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                      • Dear Dining Room Table,

                        How can you get messy again in less that 48 hours!? How!? We cleaned you and now it looks like we haven't cleaned you in a month!

                        Not liking my table,
                        Rummy
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                        Dear Self,

                        Why are you so mad about Mr. Rum wanting to get gastric bypass surgery? Why does it leave you so mad and cold and sad inside?


                        Self

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                        • Dear Hetfield,

                          Please don't lick your naughty bits. You just got neutered, I know, and you want to, but you can't.

                          You look adorably hilarious with your foldable head cone, though.

                          Pityingly,

                          your Mommy

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                          Dear Y,

                          Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.

                          Not in the mood for your bs,

                          --Minik kedi

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                          Dear Nella,

                          Stop taunting your brother, Hetfield.

                          It's not nice.

                          Love,

                          your Mommy

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                          Dear MOTH™,

                          I wonder if you had me take Hetfield in to the vet's myself so he'd feel safer with you, especially after you decided to go in with me to pick him up.

                          Mildly suspicious,

                          me
                          Unseen but seeing
                          oh dear, now they're masquerading as sane-KiaKat
                          There isn't enough interpretive dance in the workplace these days-Irv
                          3rd shift needs love, too
                          RIP, mo bhrionglóid

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                          • Dear Veins,

                            Why did you have to hide from the phlembotimists 2 times in 2 days??? Now I've been poked and prodded and am hurty in both of my arms. And for nothing. No blood came out of any of the "veins" they tried to use. I'm going to have to go to Qwest or LabCorp. *le sigh* I hate getting poked and prodded with needles.

                            A frustrated, grumpy, and hurty,
                            Rummy
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                            Dear Insurance Provider,

                            It would be so much easier if you would just list Speech Therapist, Developmental Pediatricians, and Occupational Therapists it would make my entire life easier.

                            *le sigh*
                            Rummy

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                            • Dear Becks:

                              The dog I sat for last week now has one of those soft headcones...she looks pitiful and hilarious at the same time. At least it's not the rigid plastic cones they used back when we had to get McGriff neutered.

                              Dear Suki's Owner:

                              Of course you can recommend me to friends who have pets. Please do!

                              Dear Employment Counselor:

                              It is possible to work part-time and attend schooling part-time. I did it before, please don't tell me it's not possible until you hear me out. Said schooling IS relevant to my job seeking, and it's not really the change of plan that you think it is.

                              I don't think my resume needs to be quite as detailed as you have it (re: job descriptions). As you have it now, it's onto a second page and I don't know if that's necessary or even desired.

                              Dear Store That Just Called Me:

                              Please, please, please let me meet your current hiring needs. I live close by, have a flexible schedule and I'm eager to work there.
                              "I am quite confident that I do exist."
                              "Excuse me, I'm making perfect sense. You're just not keeping up." The Doctor

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                              • Dear M,

                                If I had the power to do so I would sentence you to the most unimaginable painful cystitis for the rest of your life. What you have done to T, yesterday of all days, was unforgivable, selfish, immoral, self centred, hurtful thing you could do. You turned a day that should have been about T (and her Ma) into a day about you, and for that I will more than likely never forgive you.

                                Go piss napalm.

                                Crazylegs
                                A PSA, if I may, as well as another.

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