male bag

dear sinusy bits inside the nose,

effing stop dripping. effing stop being plugged.

return to normal.

kindest regards, sore nostrils

dear allergens,

effing disappear already. you make me hate this time of year.

you make me spend a lot of money on kleenex.

sincerely, i am trying to pay for a wedding

dear ryan,

thank-you for cleaning the kitchen while i bitch and moan, watch tv and write on my blog which i still havent let you read.

love, me

dear shaw tv,

thank-you for actually advertising that there is a "check out this new channel free for a month" to check out, instead of me just happening to stumble upon it two days before it ends. your marketing people FINALLY clued in!

with love, an avid tv watcher

dear bed,

i will see you in about 5 more minutes.

love, my sniffly, achy, self