Dear Moochers,

      I'm seriously, completely over you. A number of you have been in my life for entirely too long, and frankly its half my fault for not kicking you to the curb sooner. I'm putting my foot down from now on. I can be nice, giving, and helpful, but that doesn't mean you take advantage of people like me. You will never again make me feel guilty or obligated to cover you, give you money, host you, or help you.   

Dear Facebook,

       Stop telling me I have a message, when I indeed do not. I get overly excited about someone sending me a private message, only to have my hopes crushed.

Dear Good Friends,

       Thanks for everything. I really don't know what I would do without you. Thank you for forgiving me when I'm wrong, loving me when I'm being stubborn, and understanding when I never return your call or text message. I'm still really bad at that.

Dear Scout,
       If you shred a cardboard box, please have the consideration to clean it up. I know you're totally adorable, but I draw the line at slimy, soggy, cardboard. 


Dear Summer,
      Chill the heck out...literately.


Dear the new Batman movie,
     You were pretty good, but not as good as the Dark Knight. 


Dear Life,
     How is it possible to feel overwhelmingly blessed, grateful, and happy, yet completely annoyed, disheartened, and plain crazy all at the same time. I don't even know what my brain is doing most of the time this week. I need to get a grip. Or chocolate. For now I'll go with chocolate. 


Dear Evan,
   You're the best husband ever. I know some people might think they have the best husband, but really, they're very wrong. Even when I'm acting irrational, you go along with me like I'm acting normal. Sometimes its nice to have someone let them be crazy for just a few minutes. I miss you so much all the time, especially because there is a huge lack of coffee in our mugs, boot dirt in my carpet, and boy clothes in the washer. 


Dear Landlord,
     The tree that fell in my front yard in JUNE is still there. Just in case you haven't checked your calender its almost August, and my yard is starting to look like jungle. I've called and asked you nice twice. I don't want to be mean and annoying. Just get it out of here! 


Dear Army,
     You know exactly what I'm going to ask you. Stop making me bother you. I have a feeling this is going to continue for another 4-5 months.

Dear YouTube,

      Thank you for the thousands of mindless videos about kittens and puppies. Most importantly thank you for music, since I'm too cheap to buy it myself.

Awkward...

Friday night Evan and I went to dinner with another couple. We had such a great time! Both of our husbands are deploying together this time around, so it's nice to get to know someone to hang out with once they are gone. All things aside, I potentially altered our friendship. I did it again. I brought on the awkwardness.

Somehow I always manage to make a totally normal conversation completely awkward at some point. Maybe it's just me over-analyzing the situation, you tell me.

I might have used the words "lock and load" when describing the top of my suit. And described that I specifically order this suit to ah...exemplify my current (lack of) boobs. Oops. Don't worry, they laughed, but in the this-girl-is-crazy kind of way. Oh Meredith, why, why, WHY. Maybe I should limit my table topic choices.

Here is my suit; isn't it cute?

Obviously I don't have that whole situation going on on top, but the description totally sucked me in. "Love lift? Crave cleavage? Get the perfect level of push-up, with removable padding for extra oomph." Umm YES! But, as I was perusing Victoria Secrets suites, I noticed something. Some of the pictures are more awkward than my actual dinner conversation. 

 This one looks like she's about to pull down her bottoms to go #2...in a really dramatic way.

 Sometimes I lay on the beach rubbing sand all over my sexy chest too! It's not a big deal OK?!

I don't understand why she's so angry...maybe it's the suit?

Don't these swim suites automatically look way cuter just because of the more natural/non hardcore poses?

Dear Victoria Secret,

All of your suits are super awesome. But, just to let you know your angry hardcore models aren't selling any suits to me. I like these natural girls to actually look happy and comfortable. I know I'm not on a PR team or anything, but I'm sure most people would agree. 

Just letting you know,

Meredith