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Dear self, next time you randomly decide to roll up the passenger side window, make sure Jeremy has his hands inside the car. Dear everyone I know, I’m very sorry that you all have the plague. But please don’t share it with me. I’d like to pass this time around. Dear Picnik, I’m mad at you for shutting down. {pout} Dear Susannah, it makes me feel like a bad mom for even noticing this, but you are SO much easier to live with when you don’t feel good. But I miss your dancing. Dear peonies, maybe you missed the memo, but it is WINTER. Stop sprouting! Dear self, next time you want to go to Hobby Lobby, don’t take the husband. He’ll use your 40% off coupon on a slot car track. Dear husband, sorry about the fingers…

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