dear weather: you are a big meanie. i do not like you. first of all, you keep waking me up in the middle of the night with thunderstorms. second of all, were we to go through a quick list of my body parts that don't hurt, it pretty much starts and ends with eyebrows. (dear mom: am fine, just need to remember to take pain meds.) flaring is supposed to be a spring thing, and here it is august. you suck. i do not love you. also, now my lawn is knee high thanks to all this rain and i only managed to mow my back lawn on sunday before i pooped out. (dear mom: don't tell daddy to come mow my lawn. i'll mow it as soon as it doesn't rain for twelve hours.)
no love,
betsy.
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Dear Betsy's mom: you should totally hang out with my mom, because this is the kind of asides I have to make to her as well.
weather sucks.
I sympathize. Similar situation here. If only I had pain meds. Somehow tylenol just doesn't seem to cut it.
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