Dear February, thank goodness you are over. I'm not really a valentine's fan and it seems that that is all people dwell on in February. It's ok to rush through some days, weeks or months, but I know I don't need to rush time away. It already passes too quickly when you stop and think about it.
Dear Harry (aka Harriet the Honda), I have now owned you for one year and I love you just as much now as I did then. I'm not a fan of your monthly price tag. It's ok to buy a nice, new ride and have to watch your every penny!
Dear Dr. Pepper, I think you are wonderful; I'm sorry about not seeing you as much. It's ok to drink caffeine. Let's face it, it's probably a saving grace in the morning. Too bad I can't convince myself to drink coffee.
Dear Amos, you are the cutest dog with the sweetest/saddest face. I hate that you have yet another tumor. I mean, really? Were the first two not enough?? It's ok to love your dog, but want to give him up for adoption because he needs SO MANY antibiotics a day plus yet another growing tumor. I can think about it all I want; I know I won't really do it.
Dear today, you suck. I work at a bank, it was the first, third, Friday plus people were getting their refund checks. Today was hell. It's ok to want to grab your stuff and walk out the door. But then you remember you have to pay for Harry so you march back in.
Dear today (aka March 1st), you suck. Today would have been my fifth wedding anniversary. We had big plans for this one, but that's not happening now, obviously! It's ok to be a sad, whiny, pmsing baby today and this weekend. It's ok to eat way too much pizza tonight. It's ok to (try to) stay up late watching whatever is on tv because you don't want to lay in bed and try and sleep. It's ok to finally fall asleep and sleep as late as possible on Saturday morning. It's ok that your niece will be 20 yards away in your parents house, but you won't go visit. It's ok to do nothing. It's ok to do everything. It's ok to do whatever you want!
