Posted by: lucentabella | January 13, 2011

13 January, 2011 18:30
Posted by: lucentabella | May 27, 2010

Makers of Fruit Loops Cereal

Dear Makers of Fruit Loops Cereal,

I’ve been tolerant of your mascot, Toucan Sam, for a long time now. I get it. Your slogan is “follow your nose.” Toucans have big bills that make for a big nose. I won’t even get into how birds don’t smells things like humans smell things or that technically the birds bill is also their mouth. Anyway, what the heck does a kung-fu fish have to do with cereal? The last thing I want to think about, while eating a sugary breakfast is fish. I think a bird could totally kick a fishes tail (even a kung-fu one) anyday.

Imma Grossedout

Posted by: Sara | May 2, 2010

Dear Omnaris

Those are Daisies, not Roses.

A. Choo

Posted by: Sara | April 30, 2010

Dear Ex-lax

Worst. Timing. EVER! 

Posted by: Sara | April 20, 2010

Dear Tiger

While I appreciate you little “present” you left on the floor next to my bed I much prefer chocolates over dead lizards. Again, thanks but no thanks…..

Posted by: Sara | April 16, 2010

Dear Hubby

When you don’t get home until midnight and I am still up because our kid is fussing, then you procede to snore louder than ever keeping me awake an extra hour, and then our fussy child gets up at 4:30 am and I have to get up with her, and you sleep until 7am you DO NOT get to complain to me about being tired! That is all.

Sleepily yours
I Get wife/mother of the year for this sh!t or an IPad. You decide.

Posted by: Sara | April 14, 2010

Dear Stinkerbell

You are just fine. Now take your nap before Mommy has a complete melt down as well and they ship us both off to the looney bin.


Posted by: Sara | April 10, 2010

Dear Janet

Apparently he is retarded. You’re better off without him.

Posted by: Sara | March 31, 2010

Dear Facebook

You are pissing me off. Stop it now.


Posted by: lucentabella | March 30, 2010

ZOMG I FEEL LIKE CRAP oh yeah Dear Cats:

Dear Cats,

You may not have noticed this, but I do not feel well. That hacking sound you keep spazzing out at every time you hear it is me dying a little more each time. Ok. Fine. I’m not dying. I have the crud. But, YOU wouldn’t know this. At least I’m assuming you don’t know this because you keep crawling on me and carrying on with each other all over my personal space bubble. I know you don’t understand Human, but when I groan and shove you off me, that doesn’t mean curl up on top of my already pressured chest. It also doesn’t mean chase your sibling-cat on top of me. So please, for the sanity of this house and my health, GET OUT OF MY ROOM AND STOP CRYING AND CLAWING AT THE DOOR WHEN I SHUT YOU OUT.

Thank you and I love you more than anything else (except my niece LC b/c she’s awesome),
The Girl Giant with opposable thumbs

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