2013? We need to talk...

Ok kid..

We are off to a VERY rough start.

Not cool.

Not cool at all.

I have high hopes for us this year..

PLEASE.. work with me here.

Yes, yes, I know I was on call so I had to stay home.. alone.. with the cat.. and celebrate your arrival.

Hello. Hi. How are ya?

Yes, I am also aware it was my fault that I locked the keys in the car.. 40 minutes away from home.. when picking up my child from Grandma and Grandpa's house.

It was not, however, my fault when my husband broke my uber cool Christmas ornament later that afternoon...

It was my fault that dinner burned that night.

This mind you, was on your first day of conception.

Your second day of life?

You handed me my Ka-Tush on a platter at work.

I think I may have used a few curse words today..

Nah.. I don't think.. I know I used them.. many, many times..

I think I even slammed the phone down.. a time or two.. or three?

So..

Here's the thing.

I have HIGH HIGH HIGH hopes for a good time with you this year.

Do you think, maybe, just maybe..

We could work on that together?

Maybe.. we could oh.. I don't know.. be friends?

Think about it..

NO pressure..

PLEASE!!!!!!!



***and then I got home last night and the hubs shrunk my fav grey/white striped shirt. it now sits a full 2 inches shorter on my torso. {sigh}