Upon your latest escape I did the following calculations. 1) It takes about 20 seconds for snow to seep through jeans when you are kneeling on it. 2) It takes about 2 minutes for your knees to go completely numb from said snow. 3) I am capable of producing about 15 swear words in those two minutes. 4) After about five minutes the numb turns to a burning sensation. 5) After about 10 minutes in the snow I am ready to wash my hands of you and let you get hit by the cars on the main road. 6) It takes roughly 15 minutes to wrangle a cat who is under the huge back deck in the snow. 7) I lost count of curse words, but it was a lot.
A-hole!, Kat
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Dear Mr. Air Force Dentist Dude and Assistant,
I nearly peed myself (with gauze and metal bits in my mouth) when you guys suggested that a paintballing session might be better than couples therapy. "You remember the time you..." *pelt partner with paintballs*
Still Laughing, Kat
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Dear KiKi,
I might just pop with joy over your love of puzzles. Maybe one day we can work really big puzzles together like I used to do with Granny. It will be awesome. Now, if I could just get you to quit peeing your pants...
Love, Mom
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Dear LaLa's Little Friend Who Called On The Phone Last Night,
I am not sure if I am ready for this chatting on the phone with a friend thing yet. I thought surely I had another year or two until this madness started. And that impression LaLa did of me? Soooo not accurate.
Give Momma a Break, Kat
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Dear Elizabeast,
You are nearly as good a snuggler as The Man, but you'll do. Plus you're cute, and furry, so that helps.
Love, Your Human Mom
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Dear Readers,
If you have a Dear So and So... to add please link up. Keep warm, you horrible lot!
*smooches*, Kat
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