Thank you for making a wireless keyboard that can withstand one very full mug of hot drink in the first week of use.
Dear JoAnn's Fabric and Craft,
Thank you for shipping to military at a time when I was desperate to acquire Distress Ink
Dear Disney World in Orlando Florida,
Thank you for readily accepting my children's college funds for our upcoming Autumn vacation.
Enclosed with our room request (close to the laundry room please) is a weather request. I prefer not to walk around soaked before I ride the Kali River Rapid ride please, so a few notches down on the heat would be great. Grumpy heat-hating Son will be joining us again--in his own room-- so I know he'd appreciate a cool breeze for a few of the days as well.
Thank you for my Valentine's Day gift. Although some women swoon for chocolate, roses and diamonds, you knew just the perfect gift that would strike that cupid's love arrow...
I love my new number plates!
Also I'd like to publicly thank you for not only NOT being upset when my
"Simon Lappin King of Spain" flag went terribly wrong, but instead, for generously helping me to clean his Scottish footballer face off our kitchen worktop because I had forgotten to put something under my transfer-- without ever saying, "That was pretty stupid."
Dear J2's School,
Thank you for not reporting me to Child Protective Services
Dear Bloggers Who Aren't Doctors But Play One on Their Blogs,
Thank you for your welcomed diagnosis on the following symptoms: Child who usually NEVER cries, crying with painful headache. Spiking fever. Sporadic bouts of vomiting, usually following the pain. Red, spotty rash resembling chicken pox or measles on face that spreads down through the arms but no where else. Spots and rash disappear when the fever is reduced. No symptoms are constant. May be bad in the morning, gone in the evening or reversed. Illness completely consumes Mother's time and energies, especially when shared with siblings who managed to kick it much quicker (and had varying degrees of symptoms-- one boy had welts instead of spots)
Dear Blog World,
Thank you for not deleting my blog when one busy day turned into two and next thing I knew there was no posting for two weeks. I forgive anyone who didn't notice I was gone.
No hard feelings that noonecaredthatImayhaveoverdosedonchocolate.
Dear Belly Dancer and Jillian Michaels DVD makers,
Thank you for your efforts to create something really wonderful for me to use in my own home. If the local community were aware how perilously close they came to dying from laughing hysterically, they'd be thanking you for creating a product to keep a very uncoordinated woman away from the unsuspecting folks trying to learn in a community environment.
I'm sorry your wonderful dvds are being neglected since their arrival and hope you're not upset that I haven't given you feedback for your still-in-the-shrink-wrap product.
Thank you so much for not awarding me the prize. What in the world would I find to spend $10,000 iTunes credit on? It's stressing me just thinking about it.
Thank you for ignoring my whinges about a particular female living in our house because of her nocturnal gypsy spirit. Even though I tell everyone it's miserable how she wanders into our room in the middle of the night and I insist that she stays only because I'm too tired to lift an arm, much less her solid cement bag-like toddler body (and Dad sleeps as soundly as a chunk of concrete), the truth is I like her sweet, little girl smell and the warmth of her body with my arms around her. I do NOT like the feet that sometimes kick the blankets off or bruise my kidneys, but I'm trying to be a more grateful person, so thank you.