Yesterday, I sat with my dear friend, Emily and we talked for about 5 hours.
We talked about how awkward high school dances were, about our friends, about losing love, and finding love and about movies.
One of my favorite things that we talked about was our strange idiosyncrasies and quirks and how we are looking forward to men that can't only handle them but might be able to understand them and think they're endearing.
So, I thought I'd take this opportunity to write a letter to my future companion.
We talked about how awkward high school dances were, about our friends, about losing love, and finding love and about movies.
One of my favorite things that we talked about was our strange idiosyncrasies and quirks and how we are looking forward to men that can't only handle them but might be able to understand them and think they're endearing.
So, I thought I'd take this opportunity to write a letter to my future companion.
My Dearest Mr. T-andalle,
I would like to start by telling you that I'm lovely. I really am. I will cook, iron your Sunday shirts, keep our home beautiful, laugh at your jokes, make you laugh, and raise our children the best that I can.
I'm worth it, I promise.
Now, keeping that in mind, I do have a few confessions. I hope you don't mind if I just jump right in and share them.
Deep Breath
I am slowly drinking my way to diabetes with Mango Kool-aide. I love Cheetos dipped in cream cheese. I have read every book in the Twilight series at least once. (And I'm not ashamed of it.) I love Nsync, the Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees and basically every other teeny bopper band that came out in the 90s. I wear my swimsuit when I run out of clean underwear. I buy new underwear to give me more days before I have to do laundry.
I'm worth it, I promise.
Deep Breath.
I sing in the shower. I sing in public. I dance whenever I can. I love the movie Charlie. I occasionally drool, snore, or talk in my sleep. I say inappropriate things at the wrong times. I laugh at my own jokes. I talk to my car...and my computer and my desk and my phone and myself. I day dream a lot. I'm terrified of moths. I get distracted easily. I can't sit still for too long. I fidget often. Sometimes I talk louder than I realize, especially when I get excited about something. Sometimes, I take way too long to get ready. I am consistently late.
I'm worth it, I promise.
{Reread the first paragraph for reassurance.}
Hugs and Kisses
Mrs. T-andalle
I would like to start by telling you that I'm lovely. I really am. I will cook, iron your Sunday shirts, keep our home beautiful, laugh at your jokes, make you laugh, and raise our children the best that I can.
I'm worth it, I promise.
Now, keeping that in mind, I do have a few confessions. I hope you don't mind if I just jump right in and share them.
Deep Breath
I am slowly drinking my way to diabetes with Mango Kool-aide. I love Cheetos dipped in cream cheese. I have read every book in the Twilight series at least once. (And I'm not ashamed of it.) I love Nsync, the Backstreet Boys, 98 Degrees and basically every other teeny bopper band that came out in the 90s. I wear my swimsuit when I run out of clean underwear. I buy new underwear to give me more days before I have to do laundry.
I'm worth it, I promise.
Deep Breath.
I sing in the shower. I sing in public. I dance whenever I can. I love the movie Charlie. I occasionally drool, snore, or talk in my sleep. I say inappropriate things at the wrong times. I laugh at my own jokes. I talk to my car...and my computer and my desk and my phone and myself. I day dream a lot. I'm terrified of moths. I get distracted easily. I can't sit still for too long. I fidget often. Sometimes I talk louder than I realize, especially when I get excited about something. Sometimes, I take way too long to get ready. I am consistently late.
I'm worth it, I promise.
{Reread the first paragraph for reassurance.}
Hugs and Kisses
Mrs. T-andalle
Laura, I love you! And I loved our conversation that day. And I love this post. And I love Mr. T-andale, whoever he is. the end
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