Dear....

[Becks]

Dear Lizziebeff,

Thanks. I needed that.

Love,

Becks

PS--The MOTH™ and I both thank you for taking me to work today. And picking me up?

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy,

I never knew that you studied dance with Balki and Cousin Larry.

Jealously,

Pepper





Dear Mr. Rum,



TAKE THEM TO THE FAIRE. I want to see Child Rum in her Princess Costume.


Threateningly,

Pepper

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Pepper,

A little known fact about me is that I ... er ... was the next door neighbor of Cousin Larry and Balki! Yes ... yes, that my's story and I'm sticking to it.


Rummy
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Dear Child Rum,

When you have left the living room and go upstairs, the TV is no longer "yours" to manipulate. Do not be screaming, crying, throwing temper tantrums just because Mommy wants to watch a tv show more to her liking.

Now I have a headache.


Mommy

[Bella_Vixen]

Dear Becks (and Mr. Becks)--

You are most welcome.



--Sunshine

[RootedPhoenix]

Dear guitar,

You are getting fixed! YAY!

Dear self,

Please be coordinated enough to fix the guitar.

--RP

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear RP,

Good luck with the guitar!

Encouragingly,
Rummy
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Dear Pepper,

How are the boots doing?

Luv,
Rummy
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Dear Mr. Rum,

Thank you for letting me sleep in an extra hour and a half.

Thank you also for breakfast.

But .. Waffles? Really?

Oh well,
Beggars can't be choosers,
And I still love you,
Mrs. Rum
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Dear Harlequin,

I love your historical romance novels.

One question: How can I find one of those men in real life and have them teach my husband how to be just a teensy bit romantic, like he was when we were dating?

Not wanting to change my husband,
Just want him how he used to be,
Rummy

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy,

The boots are great, My heel on one foot, Not so good. Got a little bit of a blister there but it will go away. Other than that they are ROCKIN" ... I love them..


Clompingly,

Pepper

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Mr. Rum,

You are a backside beret.

I do not care that you did finally feed the cats. You are a backside beret and will stay that way for quite a while in my book.

I have no clue why I've been chasing you amourously for the past week, but that will also stop.

You want the living room cleaned up? You do it yourself. The time doing that will be better than you just sitting on your butt, on the couch, complaining that Child Rum is in refrigerator and why aren't I getting her out of it while I'm going potty/doing laundry/hiding?

And talking about Child Rum, you know I've been working on her room for the past week and it looks like it'll be another week of cleaning it/rearranging it/cleansing it of whatever is in there. Yes, I'm going slowly 'cos I'm not feeling well, and about 1 PM is my crashing/nap time. Plus I really don't think a bulldozer will fit in her room.

If you don't like it, then get a new wife.

I'm on strike,
Mrs. Rum

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy,



Love,

Pepper


Not so Dear Mr Rum,





Threateningly,

Pepper

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear Ex,

You said you were advised to try to work things out. Then why am I the one expected to do all the work?

-me

[iradney]

Dear Mr Rum

If you know what's good for you, you'll listen to the Missus!!!!

Rads

Dear Rummy

Good for you!

Love and squishies
Rads

Dear car

Thank you for not being horrendously expensive to fix!!!

Love
Rads

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Pepper and Rads,

Thank you for the encouragement!

It's going to be hard going for the next week or so with my planned strike.

But at least Child Rum's room is getting better!

Now I just have to find all 6 little baskets that belong to one of her toy chests that can hold little toys (like her little people, hot wheels, etc., etc.), and then there's going to be the moving of furniture. I have plans for her room.

I have plans for the top floor of my house. And me doing it by myself? I'm not exactly Wonder Woman, but it'll get done.

Where there's a willl there's a way,
Rummy
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Dear Child Rum,

Mommy is sorry that you're not feeling well this morning.

She's also sorry that you have a 101.6 degree temperature. I know you love going to school, but you're going to be staying home in bed for at least today. You're also going to be getting "Clifford" soup and butter & jelly sandwiches, and lots of liquids.

I love you,
Mommy

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy,

You can do it. Just remember the Little Engine that Could.

Encouragingly ,

Pepper




Dear Child Rum,

Hugs and snuzzles and chicken noodle soup. Feel better soon.

Healthily,

Pepper

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Pepper,

Thank you

I actually like The Little Engine That Could story.

Turns out, both Child Rum and myself are sick.

I have a 101.8 temperature.

I have no clue where this sickness came from.

I blame Child Rum's flu vaccine.

Sick,
Rummy

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy,

Boo for being sick. Snuggle in on the couch and watch some fun movies and try to rest as much as you can. **Sends virtual chicken soup, gatorade, pedialyte, popsicles and cold meds**

Healingly,

Pepper



Dear Mr. Rum,

Your ladies are sick, be nice to them.

Warningly,

Pepper