Dear Brandon - last week before bedtime I chased you around the house calling you "My dearest Chonchito" in my best Spanish accent (think Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite). You are used to my normal bed time antics, but this time you genuinely looked at me like I was a crazy person. "Little chonchito, please don't be afraid," I exclaimed as I chased you down the hall. I'm not sure what chonchito actually means but eventually you laughed very hard and got me the glass of water I initially started pestering you for. Thank you for loving me. Sincerely, Chonchita.
Dear lower back- are you getting old? You've been aching since I wrestled Brandon on New Years Eve. I'm going to need you for the next 70 years or so, so toughen up.
Dear crock pot- I wish there was a way to express love to inanimate objects. Ummmm, let me try that again. I would hug you if I could because you make my life so much easier. Coming home from work to the house smelling divine and seeing that you've made a dinner out of the ingredients I gave you 8 hours ago makes me smile.
Dear husband- last night I saw you stare at my arm while I was talking to you and accused you of staring because you thought they were fat. You were speechless. I almost burst into tears and was paranoid the rest of the night, self-consciously stealing glances at my jiggly arm. Whaaat? It must be that time of the month.
Happy Friday everyone!