Sunday, May 10, 2009

Oh Dear

(Chickenshit disclaimer: If you are enjoying your Happy Mother's Day, you may want to check back later for the smiley sunshine up your ass and farting fluffy rainbows brand of posts. My blog, my annual wallow. I'm allowed once a year or so. You've been warned.)

Dear Mom,
I miss you.
Love, Me

Dear Baby,
Wish you were here.
Love, Me

Dear Readers,
Last year's wallow was more poetic/pathetic.
Love, Me

Dear Fur Baby Kitties,
You're as close as I've gotten; consider cleaning your own box today?
Love, Me

Dear Me,
Be gentle with you today.
Love, Me

Dear Starbucks,
I need/love/deserve you today.
Love, Me

Dear Universe,
Kiss my ass today.
Love, Me

11 comments:

  1. (((hugs))) you are allowed to wallow for as long as you like - your blog, your rules!

    I hope you get your Starbucks and you have a wonderful Sunday....

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  2. ((Hugs)) Starbucks is as good as it gets. (Hugs)Indigo

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  3. ((HUGS))

    You are definitely allowed to wallow all you want!

    Go, get some starbucks! And enjoy!!!

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  4. Love ya sweetie. When the universe is finished kissing my arse I will send it on over.

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  5. Dear Maggie,
    I'll read these every year.
    Because wallowing and being justifiably sad are two different things.
    *hugs*

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  6. Most definately your blog, your rules - besides, no matter what you post, you rock. And it isn't wallowing, it is an ache in your heart that nothing will ever sooth, and I feel for you Maggie, I really, truely do.

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