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Dear Susannah, you’re seriously hilarious when you sing “mother knows best” in that creepy old lady voice.  Dear self, guess what, it’s the birthday season again.  Hello, stress.  Dear husband, it’s going to be so nice to get away with you for a few days.  Can’t wait.  Dear orange blossoms, you smell amazing!  Lame that it took me a whole day to figure out what was smelling up my house, but still, amazing.  Dear husband, who would’ve thought that you were an expert Rapunzel-hair maker?  Huh.  Dear month of fairy tales, we’ve sure had fun together.  The girls and I will miss you.