My friend Alycia over at Crowley Party posts these once in a while and I thought I’d join in–it looks fun and quirky, after all, which those of you who have been around these parts for a while now would know I LOVE.
I’m loving you! The air is still slightly crisp enough to wear my favorite cardigan, but the sun is shining enough for me to wear my favorite flip flops. I’m in heaven! Plus there’s still a rainy day here and there, which is just the icing on the spring cake for this Irish lass who is slightly obsessed with her Hunters.
Dear Colors Festival,
The pictures we got were well worth the reDICulously strenuous efforts it took to get to you. Well, to get to your entry line that was too long for us to wait in [so we never actually got to you…] before having to turn right around and drive the hour and a half home to get to a previously scheduled obligation on time.
Dear Colors Festival Attendees,
Thank you for having mercy on us and throwing chalk on us as you were leaving so that we could still get awesome pictures in spite of not being able to enter said festival due to unanticipated construction on the way to Provo that added two hours to our trip down there, making it so that we could not stay and invest the time needed to get through the gait. You made it all worth it, because those pictures were the main reason I wanted to go anyway. So thank you from the bottom of our hearts!
Why slash how do you do make my peepee sooooo…. shall we say…. stinkish? You’re delicious, yes, but it kinda sorta makes me rethink whether or not you’re worth it… No offense.
Dear Baby Boy Buck Teeth,
I can’t imagine you being cuter, so thank you for that. However, you are making my sweet sonshine bubbers a little feverish, drooly grump. Do we really need to do this 28 more times?
Dear Construction Workers at the end of our street,
Where are you?? I only ever see your equipment…. and it doesn’t look like any progress is being made on the road work so I’m starting to put two and two together…. and it’s equalling four…
Dear heart burn,
Why must you torment me so? I can only take so much medicinal Wonder bread and milk, I’ll have you know.