It crossed my mind at about 4am this morning, when insomnia declared 'Whitney! I just can't quit you!, that it made a lot more sense to write letters on MONDAY. Kind of like an intentional start to the week. So here we go.
That nightmare in the wee hours of this morning. The one where Boomer and I were suddenly a part of Game of Thrones and there was a really scary group of people referred to as 'The Dancers'. If you could not do weird things like that to me it would be appreciated. I mean, what was that even about?!
Dear FB GOT quiz-
You made me a Lannister?!?!? Really?!?!? And then my cousin tells me....'yeah...I can see that.' WHAT?!?!
Ok, 1 summer reading book down... 10 more to go! (I'm assuming these are 'recommendation and not requirements seeing as you are a third grader.) Come on kiddo. You've only got 6 more weeks!
Dear Grocery Budget-
Sorry I blew you almost for the whole month, in one trip.
That blown grocery budget = Wednesday's post so....winning?
You are so lovely and clean that I almost didn't want to use you this morning. I realize that's weird, but I imagine that's how all the people that pin their perfect rooms feel.
I see nothing but great things in our future, because there was Indian food for lunch today, I'm seeing my man Bruno on Saturday and well...there will be happy, warm, fluffy things between now and then!