Letters

Dear Training Coordinator,
It was really awkward coming to a ritzy country club, driving by hundreds of thousands dollars worth of homes for poverty training. Despite the location though the training was wonderful, thank you!

Dear Water Softener,
Why did you feel it necessary to die right when we're trying desperately to get back on our feet? I do find it quite comical though that you and a bunch of your friends are all out for the garbage this week, gotta love subdivisions where all the houses are built relatively around the same time.

Dear Rock,
Was it really completely necessary to hit our window and create a divot/crack that is now spreading clear across our car window? I'm just so thankful that you hit where you did and that the crack isn't directly in my line of vision.

Dear Skim Milk,
I'm disappointed that you ruined a huge bowl of cereal this morning because you were mildly sour even though your expiration date was August 28th and you were just opened like maybe Monday. Thanks though for letting me figure that one out and not my child. (sidenote...there was one time that I gave Little man sour milk and I still feel terrible to this day about that)