Open Letters

Dear Mr. A,

When you sit around with that brooding look on your face, I know exactly what you are thinking.  Yes, you are an impressive, fancy-pants lawyer.  We all know this.  Despite this fact, sometimes you may not get called for an interview.  Move on please. 

And stop brooding on the couch when I am trying to watch Survivor.  It is distracting.  Don’t you have some lawyer work you should be doing?

Love,

Ms. A

 

Dear Crate and Barrel Outlet,

Who the hell have you hired in your engineering department, 7th grade woodshop students?  There is no reason why something as simple as screwing on four table legs should be so difficult.  Why were all four leg-screw holes different widths and depths? They were supposed to be identical, but since they weren’t the screws either A)wouldn’t go in far enough or B) fell out when the leg was flipped over.  Your incompetance made the project take about 45 minutes to do a job that should have taken about 15 minutes.

Maybe you should call Ikea for some quality control suggestions. 

AmFam

 

Dear Denmark,

I am not blaming you for the Crate and Barrel fiasco.  I am giving you a pass, because your Danish modern furnishings are so spare and sexy. 

AmFam

 

Dear Little Sister,

Tonight was rather pleasant.  We should try to do that more often.

AmFam

 

Dear Gas Station,

$3.45 a gallon?  Are you fucking kidding me?

AmFam

 

Dear My-Dream-of-Living-Overseas-While-Our-Children-Are-Young.

I know it looks like I have turned my back on you, but I have not.  I am just biding my time.  Please be there for us when we are ready. 

AmFam

 

Dear Mr. A (again),

Should you ever decide to become an important elected official, do not sleep with hookers.   If you do, I will not stand by your side supporting you in a press conference. 

If you need to find me, I will be outside the press conference carrying huge signs that say “MY HUSBAND IS A CHEATING ASSHOLE AND I DO NOT FORGIVE HIM.”  Then I will give interviews to Katie Couric and all her friends and talk about what a schmuck you are.

Then I will divorce you and take every last fucking dime I can get.  And I will make you pay for my lawyer who will wear even fancier pants than you.

Your loving wife,

Ms. A

 

Dear AmFam

Walk away from the computer.  You are only making yourself crazy and helping no one.

Your Self.
P.S. Get a freaking haircut already.  You are at least 2 months overdue and that mom-ponytail is not a good look.

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