Love, Sara

Dear anonymous blogger,

I completely stole your idea for this post.

Love, Sara.

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Dear Dreams,

If you're going to give a motorcycle at night, can you provide one that goes faster than 15 mph? Also, can you find one that doesn't require me to pedal to get it started?

Love, Sara.

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Dear House Fairies,

You're doing a fantastic job with the house this week. The school desk, the hutch, and the playroom are amazing. Why do you keep my house clean only when my mother or mother-in-law is visiting, but never when it's just me? I don't understand.

Love, Sara.

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Dear Christmas Card Senders,

We've run out of room to put up Christmas cards. We got seven yesterday and I don't have anywhere to hang them. That makes me very happy. Thank you.

Love, Sara.

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Dear Dreams,

If you're going to create a scenerio in which one of my best friends makes a dish called "Deja Vu Stew," which features snake meat, could you at least make her NOT LIKE the snake meat?

Love, Sara.

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Dear Puddles,

When you jump into my bed in the morning and settle down on my tummy and purr, it makes me want to feed you extra food. Good kitty.

Love, Sara.

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Dear Addie,

Good job, introducing your grandma to the handyman! Note: it is not necessary to add details such as, "She doesn't have a man with her because she's a widow."

Love, Mama.

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Dear Shadowy Personally-Unknown Homeschool-Hating Public School Officials:

My six-year-old admitted to breaking something of mine by saying, "Mea culpa," translating it for me as "my fault," which he got from a book. Which I think is not so bad for a six-year-old even if he does take only an hour to do his entire school every day, which we're not even doing this week. So there.

Sincerely, Sara.

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Dear Stuart,

When you step on my display of honeymoon souvenirs and almost break it, the best thing to do is look very penitent and say something like, "Mea culpa," because then it's hard for me to be mad.

Love, Mama.

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Dear y'all,

Christmas is coming! Yay!

-- SJ