petite billet doux (little love notes)

{i've seen a bunch of bloggers using these little notes lately and i've got some of my own that need to be written...}

dear winter,

i hate you for ruining my travel plans for Monday.  ok, i'm exaggerating.  i dislike you strongly.  you're lucky that the upside to this is that i get to spend more time with mom & grandma.

dear amtrak,

i wish you wouldn't cancel trains just because of the weather.  is the south really that incapable of dealing with snow?  seriously?  get it together already.

dear north carolina,

a state of emergency?  is this really necessary?  come on already.  invest in a plow or a shovel and get over yourself.

dear bookswap,

i was so looking forward to receiving my book this week, but alas, i must wait due to old man winter being so crotchety.

dear statesboro,

i really only like you because mom & grandma live here.  you are too far from my old friends in hinesville to be likeable in any way.

dear mama,

i think it's really sweet that you cut out all of the sudoku games from the paper for me.  also, please stop doing the snow dance.  i love you and everything, but i do need to get back to ny.  you're the best.

dear people that bought my grandma's old house,

i was excited to drive by the old house on olive street and see that the place hasn't changed much.  thank you for keeping the pot-bellied stove mailbox, gazebo, fence & seesaw that dad built, & the pool the same.  i was disappointed that you've removed the tree that held our treehouse.  and just in case grandma gets to see the house again, i strongly suggest that you keep up with the lawnscape.  if an eighty year old woman can do it by herself, i think the two of you with your family should really be able to step up your game..

dear doppelganger of snookie,

this is georgia, not the jersey shore.  a six-inch poof is ridiculous.  especially with your bleach blonde hair.

dear g-i,

it's sweet that you think i'm pretty and want to talk to me.  it's flattering, really.  please try to understand why i don't want to hear about your soon-to-be-ex-wife or your six kids.  please get the hint a little earlier next time, but thank you for backing off (a little) after i told you my dad is an airborne ranger & retired first sergeant.

dear sweet man that saved me from said g-i,

i've never laughed so hard in my life.  my face hurts from smiling.  i like that you only asked once to dance with me, you just assumed that i would everytime after that.  i'm glad i did.

dear self,

stop being such a sucker for guys that make you laugh and ask you to dance.  seriously.  stop it.