Friday's Letters (bad blogger edition)

 

Hi, remember me? there once was a blogger named Kelly

she always loved cheese in her belly.

 

jk, things are getting weird with that route.

 

Sorry guys, I've been an absent blogger. Truth is, last week I was an anxious hot mess and just focused on bar results.

This week..well...this week you can blame M for my absence. Whilst making my veil the other day, instead of watching it on his tablet, M put Breaking Bad on the big TV. 47 minutes later and we've watched about 10 episodes since Sunday. I resisted watching.. not because I thought it'd be "too gory" or something.. but because ANY TIME people rave about a tv show/movie, etc., my natural inclination is to resist it. Makes no sense, right?

 

Welp, they were right, I've joined the chorus, Breaking Bad is SO GOOD.

 

In that vein, here we go:

 

Dear Walt, stop pissing off Gus. stop being stupid. just cook yo meth, and shut yo mouth. Gosh.

Dear Photographer, I know you said 2 weeks for engagement photos (and today marks 1 week) but if your page views on FB have gone up in the last week it's because I check your site no less than 10 times a day, but am too embarassed to drop a hint that I'm DYING for a sneak preview.

Dear Saturday, (Yeah I'm skipping Friday.. we all know how sweet she is)... I firmly intend on dominating you with crafts and organization. I may or may not have had a mini melt down about the state of affairs at the house last night..so, we're fixing that!

Dear TJ, why you so sassy, baby-kitty? Figures we picked the most angsty kitten of the bunch. I wouldn't trade you for anything though..even when you barf up the flowers I told you NOT TO EAT yesterday... or tear around the house at warp speed, or cry and cry and cry for dinner. Because your snuggles are SO worth it.

Dear Appeal that I'm helping on, go awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.plz.now.

 

 

-Kelly

Friday's Letters

Dear Friday, what TOOK you so long?

Dear Baby TJ, Look little buddy.. I love you, but while we're staying at M's mom's, and we're all stuck in the same room, you need to NOT stomp all over my face at 3 a.m., or stick your whiskers up my nose, or knock shit over on the dresser. Your alternative is being set free in the main house... with the dogs. Kapeesh?

Dear M, I'm SO happy you're home. I feel 80% less like someone will break into the house to kill me at any time. (The other 20% remains because we watch WAY too many Datelines, Criminal Minds, and 20/20s....)

Dear Stomach, welp... we've had a bag of chips by 9:30 and I KNOW you want more but you're just going to have to hang on for 2 more hours.

Dear legal research, write yourself. I'm quite tired of you. Actually thanks to Baby TJ I'm quite tired in general. frick.

Dear 50 Shades Freed, Well, I finally BOUGHT you.. a week and a half after finishing the other 2... nowwwww to find time to read you. And not neglect M. Or studying. hmer.

Dear Saturday, I'd say I'm looking forward to you and sleepin in but OH WAIT, I have a lecture for 3 and a half hours. at 9:00 a.m. On a Saturday. GOSH I love barbri.

Friday's Letters

Linking up with Ashley at adventures of a newlywed, otherwise lord knows I won't be blogging. ugh.

Dear Friday, I wish you'd feel more like a Friday, but I'm already dreading 3.5 hours of Constitutional Law bar review lecture tonight (yes people, this is my life right now)

Dear BarBri (my Bar Review course), die. That's it.

Dear Baby TJ, I'm picking up your cousin Lucky tonight (my parents' cat), PLEASE play nice. mkay?

Dear 50 Shades Freed, I'm a-commin to buy you! Andddd I will read you by Monday.

Dear M, Have fun in Canada! Don't fall into the lake! Make sure my dad and brother don't fall in the lake! On second thought pleasedon'tgoi'llbeSOBORED. Just kidding. Haz fun!

Dear Bossman, maybe it's because you got the pins out of your finger (hey, like the lion with the thorn in his paw!) but you've been much cheerier lately. Keep it up.

Friday's Letters

I figured this would be as good a way as ever to prompt my ass to write. SO I'm hopping on the bandwagon!

Dear Friday, hello, sexy. I've been waiting for you.

Dear Stomach, I hear you, man. But it's only 10:00. This is not a socially acceptable lunch hour. Can we wait until at LEAST 11:45?

Dear work, OY. so many motions. Why do you always get busy right before I'm out of the office? Also, ARE you going to hire me on after I take the bar? please? I'll stand on a street corner with a sign if that's what it takes to bring in my own clients. Srsly, though.

Dear metro area attorneys, I have many skillz. I am totally employable. Hire me please? I'm cute, I'm little, I don't take up much space, oh and as drunk-Cathy from SATC Movie said "and I can type like a MUTHAFUCKA," (and I have a lot of debt and OMGINEEDAJOBLIKESTAT)

Dear Como Lady, remember that one time you said you'd email me the contract? yesterday? lies. Would it pain you to email it to me today? pleez? thanks?

Dear TJ, sorry we haven't in any good snuggles lately. Momma's been busy. TONIGHT, I promise. (why yes TJ, I AM a crazy cat lady!)