Letters to the world ...

Stealing an idea from Brandy's blog, I just had to vent a few frustrations, so here goes:

Dear Wal-Mart Customers,

It's Saturday and we're busy. The last place we want to be is Wal-Mart. Has it ever occurred to you that things could move along a lot faster if you MOVED YOUR CARTS???? And when I say excuse me, I mean get out of my way; I know what I want and where it's located. And don't tell me, "You're fine." I know I'm fine - you're the one in my way.

Signed,
Frustrated in a Wal-Mart Traffic Jam

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Dear English Language,

Why must you be so difficult? My son is only 8 and doesn't need the stress of the following:

which, witch
too, to, two
dew, do, due
you, ewe

I could go on, but you know the story. I know the right spellings to use, but he's only 8, for cryin' out loud. Give the kid a break (or is it brake)?

Signed,
For the Children

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Dear Checking Account,

My must you mock me? So full of promise and dreams at the beginning of each month, I'm almost sure we're going to be friends. And then without warning you deflate to almost nothing, making my hopes of eating dinner out tonight or getting a Tall Decaf Mocha Grande (with whipped cream) seem like a distant memory. Can't we work this out?

Signed,
Where's the Love?

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And finally...

Dear Mass Merchandisers,

It's only October but I saw it coming. A Christmas bulb in July, a piece of garland in August, I knew it was a matter of time before you had to pull out all the Christmas stuff. But I'm not ready. It's too soon. This is all so sudden. I've got to be honest, we need to slow things down a bit. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment. I need some breathing space between back-to-school shopping and deck the halls. Please, all this pressure is tearing me apart.

Signed,
I Need Some Space