Sunday, February 5, 2012

Dear Mr. T... Love, Me


Dear Mr. T, 

You are ridiculous.
But I love it. 
I mean, is Calvin your baby or something? 
Will it help if I say I know you're going to be an amazing dad
Now, I beg of you, stop spoiling the little furry, four legged creatures... 

Is it obvious to you how much I appreciate you?
As busy as I am with coordinating you manage to make me feel supported and special.
Thank you. It makes everything millions of times easier.
Plus, I feel so blessed to have you. 
(Well, I've felt that way for years now...) 

Nice job getting new workout shorts. 
Really, thank you.
I'm glad you're matured from the "borrowed" shorts that really don't fit you.
And thanks for the fashion show.
Workout shorts never looked so good on the runway.

You're the bomb.com.
You're the maple syrup to my bacon strips.
You're the jalapeno jelly to my cream cheese and triscuits.
You're the cinnamon sugar on my buttered toast.
You're the cholula on my breakfast burrito.
And you're so much more... 

I love you Mr. T.
Love, 
Me

Sorry for the blurred face here... Blame it on the Witness Protection Program.

1 comment:

  1. please blur my face out of this photo...like i am in a wittness protection plan.

    ReplyDelete

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