DEAR...

Dear Mirror at Zumba class,
Could you please offer a better reflection of my flabby triceps and bulging middle section next week? I would really appreciate it if I wasn't so disgusted when I look at you. I know "at least your working out and attempting the impossible of mixing incoordination and a flat rear with Zumba, blah blah blah..." But couldn't you show at least one little part of me that doesn't make me want to throw something at you?
Sincerely,
Sday


Oh ya and...
Dear Box of Layla's Fruit snacks,
Apparently you are the closest thing in my entire house that sounds like a treat to my body. I want to eat you, all of you. Everyday I go to your  cupboard and I must exert maximum control over myself in order to not eat at least 3 packets of you at a time. Seriously. You suck. Because of you Layla will no longer get to have fruit snacks... because I have no self control around you. Hmm, now I suck.
Sincerely,
Sday


Dear Diet Coke,
I love you. Nuff said.
Sincerely,
Sday

And lastly-
Dear Computer,
I love you, we've stayed up many a late night together. We've stumbled upon each other on even the earliest of mornings, like today. You've let the pitter pat of my fingers tap away at your keys as I spill my guts on this blog everyday. Thank you for always being there for me. I know you're on your last leg. I know you require being plugged in at all times and that even your battery connection is having problems these days. I know that sometimes you get stuck on the letter L. But please hold on for a little longer... until I can find a computer that is willing to make the sacrifices you've made over the years. You know, like letting Layla sit on you, pound on you, and kiss the screen. I will love you forever if you will just stick around for another few weeks.
Sincerely,
Sday