A Letter.

Dear Person Who Still Honks:

In this day of cellular telephones and text messaging, it is completely unnecessary to honk your horn to inform someone that you are there to pick them up.

Especially at 7am.

Let's not do that anymore,

Me.

I Heart Judge Judy.

I just got home and turned on Judge Judy to hear some girls arguing over someone writing "We're no longer friends" and "F You" on someone else's car with mousse. Apparently mousse is not safe to use on a car. Good to know.

So THEN Judge Judy said, "do you have pictures?" and the girl said, "Yes."

The pictures just looked like her car was sudsy from a car wash, really... but then she said...

"I didn't have time to get to the car wash. The mousse sat on the car for about a week before I could wash my car."

At which point I was thinking, "but you had time to take pictures?"

And Judge Judy said, "you don't own a hose?" and she said, "no."

So THEN Judge Judy asked her boyfriend/witness to stand. She said, "Where do you live?" He said, "a house." She said, "do you own a hose?" He said, "Yes." She said, "Thank you, sit down."

Oh My.

Dear Miley:

You're dangerously close to dressing like an Olsen twin circa 2005. That's not a compliment.

There's still time. You can reverse this downward spiral.

Love,

Me.

Score!

Today, one of my friends texted me asking if I still used my old email address. I haven't checked that email address in forever... seriously. So I told her no, gave her the email address that I use, and checked my old email address. I found something that I am sure glad I found... up to 4 free oil changes from Pontiac until the end of January! Granted, I'll probably only be able to use 1 (maybe 2 if I push it), but still! Free oil change! Very exciting.

The moral of this story: check your old email addresses periodically. You just might find an unexpected $40!

I Have The Funniest Husband....

After 2 awesome baby showers, our apartment is now bursting at the seams. We have baby stuff piled everywhere. When Steve got home from work on Saturday night, he sat on our bed and said,

"Goodbye 'Cool Steve.' Goodbye 'Cool Kathleen.'"