December 8, 2010

Airing of Grievances

Dear Old Man Winter,
Hi.

How are you doing?

Good? Glad to hear it.

How am I, you ask? Not well, old man, not well. I am freezing, and I do not like it one bit.

Please go away.

Signed,
Frosty the SnowMom
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Dear Man in the Auto Parts truck,
Hello. You don't know me, but you beeped at me yesterday while I was running. Why? Why did you feel the need to do that? One, you scared me half to death. Two, do you really feel the best way to attract women is by sounding your vehicles horn? Because for the life of me, I can't imagine any woman finding that an aphrodisiac.

Don't do that again.

Signed,
Miffed Marathoner
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Dear Trails End Popcorn people,
Your bag of gourmet chocolate covered pretzels should come with a warning label cautioning the consumer that once the bag is opened to plan on eating until the bag is gone. Also, a gift card to Weight Watchers would be a kind gesture. Just sayin'.

Signed,
Getting Fatter by the Minute
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Dear Apple iStore,
Who do you make it so difficult to sign in from my other home computer. I don't know how many times I can possibly verify my e-mail before you will realize I.AM.ME!!

STILL ME!

ME, AGAIN!


Signed, ME!




I think that is all.

5 comments:

Cotton Blossom said...

Excellent post! Who can't relate to these? Well, I'm not sure my husband has ever been beeped at by a dude, but you know...

Laney said...

*snort*

My husband never has that problem either!:-D

FairfieldHouse said...

I love these. It's especially bad when you are riding a horse and some jackass beeps.

Your Friend,
Deborah

The Cottage Child said...

You forgot the requisite "are they being properly socialized?" questions from people who's spawn are swinging upside down from the mailboxes at the post office, when they inquire about your neglected, feral, home educated children. Could you write a little note about that for me, Frosty? Preshatecha.
Love, Grincherealla (I never said I was properly socialized, did I?)

Merry Christmas!

Laney said...

You girls are a hoot. I myself am not properly socialized so who am I to point fingers?