Yes, yes, you win already. Congratulations on your mad Limerick skills. I plan on eating a candy bar (Symphony with almond and toffee) in your behalf very soon as per your request. I may share with the children—if they quit being horrible.
Dear Main Street Quilt Cottage,
Thank you for hosting a giveaway. Please feel free to let me win.
Dear Baby Brother,
Feel free to give your niece the EFY Modesty talk. I have firm conviction that your words will fall on deaf ears and a cold little heart.
Much Affection, Your Naughty Niece's Mother
You are more delicious than the super secret chocolate triple layer pie of joy and happiness.
Dear Green Chile Taco Sauce,
Though we were apart for many years, I am glad you are back in my life.
Licking my lips, Rowena
If you vote for that bill, you will lose my vote. I don't care what positions they give your brother. I don't care if there is no one else for me to vote for. I will write in my husband, because he wouldn't vote for things I don't want him to vote for. He does not buy things he cannot afford! So there!
A Concerned Citizen, Who Also Does Not Buy Things She Cannot Afford
Dear Tax Return,
If projections prove accurate, I will be very, very disappointed in you. You will go to your room and think about what you have done for one year.
Dear Broccoli that grew in my very own garden,
I am deeply gratified by your presence in my kitchen. While I plan to eat you, I want you to know how much you have meant to me: A Lot.
With love, One Black Thumb, and One Blackish Greenish Thumb