An Open Letter...

Dear Person Using the Aerosol Spray in our Public Bathroom,

Hi.  How are you?  Good?  Well I'm not.  I don't know who you are, but know this: you may think that the spray you are using is disguising the smell of what you just did in our bathroom, but it's not, it's making it worse.... much worse.  The smell of citrus and your bowel movement is making me wretch in disgust.  Don't get me wrong... I know it's a necessary bodily function and we all do it, but please stop using that disgusting spray.  This is a "scent free" building.  Maybe your boss/office manager/receptionist never gave you the notice, but surely you've noticed the signs in the building?  If not, consider this your notice.

Maybe I'm cranky because my car broke down this morning, or maybe I'm cranky because that's who I am... regardless... you stink... I mean your spray stinks... stop using it... immediately.

Love
An Over Tired Mama

An Open Letter to "Junk Food"

Dear Junk Food,

We've had a good run.  Over the last few months, I've eaten as much of you as I can handle.  You're starting to stick around on part of my body that I would prefer you didn't.  So, because of that, we have to end our relationship.... I'm not saying we can't see eachother anymore, but we're really going to have to limit our contact.  I'm sure we'll still see eachother at birthday parties... maybe a dessert every once in a while, but, the afternoon meetings, the evening snacks... they have to stop.  I'm sorry.  I'm sure you'll find someone else to fill the void.

Sincerely,

An overtired (and a few pounds heavier) mama