Dear Sara Felice,

I don’t know what kind of demon got into you today, but oh child, let me tell you.   You threw a koosh ball at my head.  AT MY HEAD YOUNG LADY.  I don’t want to go into too many details, because the day had its highs, and its LOWS.  LOOOOWWWSSS, as in, I hit the treadmill at 7 pm and beat my best time.  Twice.  I stopped by the fabric store to swap out some mistaken fusing, and the ladies at the counter remembered you. Not in a good way.  I actually had to apologize to the fabric cutting lady 2 weeks after your last fabric store meltdown.  Ohhhh Lorrddy Lordy, embarrassed twice by the same meltdown.  Delicious.

Had you not taught me a new song in Chinese today, I might have called your Grandma and shipped you off.  Poor Grandma called, heard the tone in my voice, said, “I love you”, and got off the phone.  But I love Chinese, and I loved that little song, so I’m keeping you.  I’m in your life girl, hear me now.  Pee through ALL the panties in the world.  Sit on your bed ALL afternoon in time outs.  I’M IN  YOUR LIFE.

Back to the wine and nacho chips.

Love, Mommy