Dear Summer  – Nothing like moving in and making yourself welcome.  Don’t get too comfortable, because in a few weeks we will be cursing you under our breaths and muttering at your impudence.  In another month, we’ll be ready to send you packing.

Dear Work –  You are amazing.  I love having plenty of exciting, interesting projects to work on, I love having a full staff of young engineers, designers and technicians to mentor and teach, and I really like the fact that the air conditioning works, the computers, plotters and printers work, and that there is park just outside the door of the building, a park with fish filled ponds, fountains, a walking path and a basketball court..  And the US Olympic Bowling Team Training Facility is just down the block.  Didja know that we have an Olympic Bowling Team?

Dear Manufacturer – Oh Puh-Leeeezz!  Radiant?  RADIANT?  What were you thinking?  The daughters and I had a rolling on the floor giggle fit in WalMart over this.

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.

Dear Architect  You’ve doing GREAT driving by yourself!

Dear Culver’s Frozen Custard –  Honestly,  I’ve lived here for thirty years, and for the life of me I can’t figure out WHY I’ve never heard of you before!!  It may have something to do with the fact that you’re on the opposite side of the Metroplex, but now that I know you exist, a [little – HA!] drive isn’t going to stop me from visiting. You are the best thing I’ve tasted since the Ted Drewe’s of my childhood.

Dear Children – Sending you away by yourselves for a few days was a fabulous idea. Your Dad and I thoroughly enjoyed the forty-eight hours of quiet, and you four had a grand time being together.  Princess Pea, I’m sorry the boys ate everything in your kitchen.  It’s like that at home, too. Cherry Ames, thanks a bunch for playing ‘Mom’ and supervising.  Boys, I’m super proud of you and the glowing reports of good behaviour from your sisters.  How much did it take to bribe them?  🙂  And yes, you may do it again. Next time you should go visit Grandma and take the Blonde Cousins with you.

Dear DirtBike –  Thank you for saving us from the ginormous copperhead; however, that snake skin in the garage is beginning to smell really bad.  You need to clean it a little more and let it dry in the shed. Please.

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.

Dear Mr. Pea –  Thank you for the wonderful anniversary date!  I loved that we did nothing but sit and talk over our uninterrupted, two-hour dinner.

Dear Ice Cream – Love you huge as a moose, but you really need to quit calling me. 

Dear Local Office of the Texas Department of Motor Vehicles – Mercy.  Just Mercy.  How can it possibly be so incredibly difficult to make an appointment to take a driving test to get a driver’s license?  Yesterday’s moment of true insanity occurred when I made the call to the state patrol office right across the hall from you to ask the clerk if you were open.  I explained that I had made a total of twenty-seven phone calls over the prior three days (yes, really.  I wrote down the times and recorded the calls to make a case) but nobody ever answered the phone.  That sweet woman informed me that the DMV ladies NEVER answer the phone. EVER.  Because they are “too busy”.  The DMV ladies have instructed the state patrol clerk to tell everyone that if they want to make an appointment for a driving test, they have to come to the DMV and wait in line.  Seriously?  Wait for a minimum of an hour to make an appointment to come back who knows how many weeks later to wait in line again to take a driving test? That’s the point where my head exploded.  I called Mr. Pea and told him to take The Architect to the DMV in the neighboring county.  Guess what?  My guys walked right in, waited a total of four minutes, and scheduled an appointment for The Architect to take his driving test this morning. We won’t be coming back to you, Local Office.  Ever.

Dear DirtBike – Your Slapper invention is quite ingenious and totally hilarious.  Who knew there was such fun to be had with a dog-chewed drying rack?

Dear Kasey – Speaking of dog chewed, you’re fortunate I’m soft-hearted and think you have other redeeming qualities.  I still don’t regret rescuing you.

Linking up with the Ladies at Suscipio.