To the tanned half naked jogger from yesterday:
Yes, you are fit and athletic and I understand the temptation to show off the fruits of your labor, but dude, it is 50 degrees and drizzling, do you really need to take your shirt off? You're that hot? Come on. Have a slice of humble pie and put some clothes on.
To my children:
Listen I want to raise kids that are comfortable with bodies. I am not a prude, but boys I am starting to wonder if all this constant nudity is going to lead to social services knocking on my door. Can we at least put on underwear for taco night?
To the fool who hacked my hotmail:
Beware. I am consulting with a voodoo doctor shortly. You messed with the wrong mama.
To the barista at the coffee shop where I often work:
When I ask you about your favorite dessert, please do not shrug your skinny shoulders and say "the fruit cup". You're not going to make any friends that way.
To my blog readers:
Talk to me! Comment! Don't be so shy. I'm lonely.....