Dear....

[iradney]

Congrats and happy birthday to Mr Rum!! Woot woot!

[BookstoreEscapee]

Dear people who just rang my bell,

I'm still in my pajamas, I am not interested in talking to a couple of complete strangers about your Bible literature on a Saturday morning.

Have a nice day.

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Rads,

Thanks! I tweeted Sam Huntington (he plays the werewolf in the American version of "Being Human") and he gave a shout-out to Mr. Rum!

Also, we found out his time for the 5K: 31 minutes 51 seconds. He was 63rd out 130 participants and he was 7 out of 12 for his age range.

I am pretty happy with him.

Now I have to get over my twin-semblance to Heidi Heifer.

Rummy

[BamaBabe]

Dear "Supposed Friends",

I pour out my heart to you, yet you give no response. I'm not feeling the love. So, no more sharing my pain/joy with you.

BamaBabe

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear BamaBabe,

I know exactly how you feel! Had the same thing happen to me when Child Rum was diagnosed with Autism AND I was diagnosed with depression.

Happens to the best of us.

But then again, we're better off without these friends, yes?

Here to talk,
Rummy
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Dear GE,

Thank you so much for making a shrill 120 db window alarm!

Child Rum decided to open her window yesterday. After the alarm was installed. OMG! I heard it in my kitchen! (Which is in the back of our townhouse).

I you,
Rummy
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Dear Mr. Rum,

Thank you for the very bubbly mimosas.

Tipsily,
Mrs. Rum

[Becks]

Dear whoever cares,

Why won't anyone let me get some sleep?


Pissed off and exhausted,

--me

[fireheart]

DEar Cs.Com folks,

I can't do this. I just keep slipping and slipping back into everything else that's NOT work because it helps me "stress less." People want me to "stress less" but they don't realise that in order for me to do that, I have to pinpoint EVERYTHING down to the nth degree. I have to organise time for EVERYTHING. I have to set aside time for uni work, I have to set aside time for stress relief, I have to set aside precise times for friends and family, because if I don't, then I do too much of one and not the other. And then when I don't do enough of what I have to do, I get stressed because of that. Which causes me to be fat. Which then causes me to freak out and to need to slim down. It just keeps going and going. And if this is what's "normal" stresses, then I give up.

[CaroPhoenix]

Not So Dear Depression,

Do not come back.

I hear you knocking on the back door.

I will not let you sneak back in.

Do you hear me?

Go.

Away.

Right.

Now.


Rummy

[Shpepper]

Dear Rummy's sneaky depression,

Meet my pet Dalek.

EXTERMINATE! ! ! ! !


That is all,

Who me?

Pepper

[iradney]

Dear nose

Please stop running. I must've cleared about 10 pounds of snot from you this week. ENOUGH.

Rads

Dear what ever the hell is making me sick

You suck. Go away. You've overstayed your welcome!

Rads

Dear TTO

You're an awesome husband
Love
Rads

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Pepper,

Thank you for the Dalek coming to get rid of my depression.



Fortunately, I have therapy appointment tomorrow. (I have re-started visiting him as I need extra help again).

Wants to hide under the covers,
Rummy

[monolayth]

Dear body,

WTF? It is your honeymoon, Why are you waking at 7? It is the same time zone? You normally sleep till 10 or 11.

Probably way too excited,
mono

[CaroPhoenix]

Dear Everyone,

Today is the day I have to go visit the PiLs.



Figures it'd be on Friday the 13th.

Wish me luck!
Rummy
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Dear Mr. Rum,

I am cranky.

I have a headache.

And you're being an idiot.

Enough said,
Mrs. Rum

[Elspeth]

Dear Rummy,
Good Luck!!!


Dear elbow,
Can you please stop hurting!!! I am sorry I made you do the same motion all day yesterday but I kind of need you. Plus I need sleep. One of the biggest games of the year is tomorrow, I would like to not hurt. I am pretty sure painkillers and beer should not be mixed. I WANT MY BEER DANG IT.

Dear 1670 piece snailer mailer
Please run yourself through the postage meter. And please work, I like my paycheck.

oweeee
Els

[CaroPhoenix]

Not-So-Dear-BiL#1 and his wife,

Please get in touch with your freaking security company! I'm getting tired of calls from them looking for SiL#1. For some reason you put Mr. Rum down as an "emergency contact" and now they're leaving messages for him to call you to get you to call them.

Stop it now.

Act like adults, call them, and get this straightened out. I'm tempted to tell them you've been abducted by space aliens.

GRRRRRR,
Rummy