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I love when you say strange things about my divorce. My favorites include: "Congratulations!" "Is it mutual?" and "I always thought you'd get divorced." It is about the only part of getting divorced that I find hilarious.
Too Sweet.
Dear Al Gore,
There are few people who have impacted my life quite the way you have. I do appreciate your warnings about global warming, and I definitely admire all you did as vice president. Mostly, though, my life would not be the same without your Internet. I love the Internet. I appreciate your uncelebrated genius, Al Gore.
My Man.
Dear Walmart,
I love that walking through your doors (or even just entering your parking lot) is enough to make me feel good about myself. I feel beautiful and wealthy and thin and fashionable and successful in your presence.
Very Hot.
Dear MASH,
(Mansion. Apartment. Shack. House. = MASH)
I remember really loving you in middle school. You made the future seem so simple. You made me laugh. You made completely meaningless predictions.
(In case you were wondering, I will live in a shack in Paris with Bradley Cooper. We will drive a silver Land Rover. I will be a famous blogger.)
Dear Ventage Girls,
I love your humor, your eclectic-ness, your honesty, your fashion sense, your willigness to enable, your willingness to forgive.
Will U B Mine?
For more love notes, read this hilarious Huffington Post article.
Or visit my Ventage Girls:
Angie
Emily
Katrina
Stephanie
