Dear Rain Cloud:
The magnolia outside our house is now covered in half-opened pink buds. We're good. Go away.
With thanks for your hard work this past week, now leave us alone,
I know you were sick last week. You're not sick now. You can now officially begin resuming eating fruit, pasta, cheerios, bagel, and everything else good in the house that is not made of goldfish crackers. Also, they do much better on the table, rather than being thrown on the floor.
Putting on Aveeno lotion before donning lab gloves does not constitute anything resembling a manicure or spa treatment. Get a life.
To Whom it May Concern (and by 'Whom' I mean you, Migraine):
I hate you with the power of a thousand suns.
Thank you for shipping my yarn today. I needed it.
Hugs and yarnie smooshes,
Dear Thread Crochet:
I love you.
Yours in great affection,