Hello, Mr. Shark. Why are you still sitting out on my kitchen counter? Why do you smell like mothballs when we open your jar? How long will I be forced to look at your black watery eye as I try to cook supper? You remind me of that Dr. Seuss book, Fish Out of Water. Although I am very glad you are not real and we don't have to flush you when you float to the top.
I pray I don't mistake you for my spaghetti sauce.
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Dear new planner,
I am very happy to have found you among all of the planners in Target. You may not be the cutest, but you have college-ruled lines on all the individual days so I know we will be instant friends. I also very much like your laminated month tabs. That's fancy.
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Dear Ty,
next time please listen to Mommy when I tell you its a tomato and not an apple. I would have liked to eat my very first home grown tomato on a salad with feta and strawberries. Instead it sits on my counter with Mr. Shark bitten into and squishy.
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No, Ty, I do not wish to play with your Lego man at the moment. But I do love the faces you make while trying to convince me otherwise.
Ok, that face I can't resist, lets play!
Happy Random Friday!
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