Dear Children's Shoes,
You're too expensive. My daughter will grow out of you by next month. Please be cheaper. Specifically, you. I only want you for Christmas. Can I return you when we are through?
Love,
Katie
Dear Winter,
Welcome! I thought I was looking forward to you. I was wrong. Please go away. Unless you are going to bring buckets and buckets of snow. Then you can stay.
Love,
Katie
Dear Ski Trip,
You can't come soon enough.
Love,
Katie
Dear Readers,
Thanks for putting up with my stupid posts.
Love,
Katie
Monday, December 7, 2009
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