To my brain cells:
I know I have been abusing you. I apologize.
To my knee:
I know you are upset with me, I'll try to take it easier on you.
To my mouth:
I like what you've been doing lately.
To my hang nails:
What will it take to make you go away?
To my responsibilities:
Ditto.
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To my future sister in law:
You rock!
And in one month we can knock the word "future" out of that statement!
Oh, are we still using the word "future"? I've been skipping that formality for about a year now!
Buckle down, Ruthie! Schools a-startin'!
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