Dear Lady with Toddler in Boutique,
As you were rushing out to bring your daughter to the bathroom, I don't think you saw that your daughter left behind two turds on the floor. I do not know how that happened. Isn't underwear suppose to catch that stuff? It was the most horrendous smelling thing. Thank you for helping me appreciate how much I do not need to be a mom for a very, very long time. What a great start to my day!
Dear AZ Summer,
You are disgusting and horribly hot. It's just the beginning of our relationship and I already want it to end. For the time being I will blame you for anything and everything to help me get through this. I don't feel like moving. It's summer. Not cleaning my room. It's summer. Eating my weight in Raspados. It's summer. Driving past three Starbucks to get to one with a drive-thru so as not to have to get out of the car. It's summer.
Dear Zemam's Ethiopian Restaurant,
Thank you for breaking up our otherwise crappy day. We needed a unique dining experience and the adventure of trying something new today. A place that forces you to eat/play with your food with your hands is good in my book. Although, I think I would still pick Indian or Vietnamese over you. Don't hate!