Letters

Dear Provo/Mother Nature/Snow:

I sort of hate you right now. It's April, so there should be April Showers, not April snowshowers. Stop. It. Now.

Dear Karly:

You are awesome. I'm sorry you have a fever and I hope it's just from teething. You don't act sick, so I'm guessing so. I love that you're my little parrot and copy everything I say (except Mama). I'm glad you finally pooped so you don't keep crying because you can't get it out. I love you!

Dear Raisins and prunes:

Thank you for helping Karly poop.

Dear Cube Steak:

I really didn't know what you were. I really thought you were a cube of steak. You don't make very good French Dip.

Dear Adam Lambert and Lady Gaga:

Boy, you have catchy songs. Whataya want from me? and Paparazzi have been stuck in my head for 2 days. Too bad you're both such weirdos.

I am not posting a picture of Lady Gaga. I don't think there are any of her fully clothed and not looking like a freak show. Plus, I'm a little scared to google search that...

Dear Moab:

Oh, how I miss you.

Dear Nate:

16 days until school will begin to be a distant memory for you. I can't wait until you come home at night and can just hang out with us. I'm super proud of you for finally graduating from something! :) I love you!

Dear Me:

Please stop staying up all night. Learn to fall asleep before 2 already. And definitely don't stay up until 4 anymore. Thanks.

Love,

Alisa