Dear Wal-Mart: Good lord, you've got the Easter candy out in full throttle. I mean, are three aisles really necessary? While I normally appreciate the chocolately, caramel goodness in convenient egg-like (mouth-size) shapes, I am trying to eat better. Thanks for making it ten times more difficult with all the glorious pastel colors and fun-size packages.
Dear Lauren: You've been one of my favorite bloggers for a while now (at crazy ever after), but this week you will took the cake. Thanks for being so great and emailing me lots of advice/encouragement. I appreciate you more than you know! (I'll let you know if I get it soon!) ... Wow that was ambiguous.
Dear Straight No Chaser (aka the band that sings the awesome rendition of the "12 Days of Christmas"): Last week I went to see one of your shows with my wonderful in-laws. Apparently you have more than Christmas songs going for ya, who knew? You guys were fun and talented... but evidently there's two SNC groups. One profesh, one not so much. We saw the not so much. They were still awesome though, and we enjoyed hearing ten guys sing a zillion songs acapella.
I tweeted about our disappoint in not getting the real deal. Almost immediately a SNC member (of the profesh group) and their band's manager tweeted back! Long story short, I scored free tickets to their upcoming show in Austin. I don't think I've ever gotten anything free in my life, so I'm a little over excited about these.
Moral of this story: Complain on Twitter and good things happen?
Dear Grahm: Our apartment has been lonely without you here. I'm so excited to have you back. I've learned a lot in your absence. 1) I'm a total slob without you here. 2) God definitely did NOT give me the gift of singleness. 3) I married the right person, for sure. I've mostly missed holding your hand and laughing with you, is that weird? I mean I can't exactly hold my own hand and laugh at my own jokes, the neighbors already think I'm crazy with all the scream singing.
Hurry home, booger buns!