Dear People in Hospital Waiting Rooms,
I wish this was a thank you note, thanking you for leaving me alone to knit and listen to my audiobook in peace. Sadly, it is not. Instead, it's a note asking you to please never again spill your coffee on my prized Wollmeise while you are fondling my knitting without asking. The Hitchhiker I'm knitting with this yarn has many good memories already knit into it, but the memory and stain from your clumsiness is one that I hope I can wash out.
Dear Mother Nature,
Six more inches of snow on the first day of spring is just a mean girl prank. I'm sad that I've turned into that cranky old lady that complains about the weather all the time, so I'll stop if you'll stop.
I had a less than stellar week, so my apologies for the bad-humored letters. I'll try to make next week a much better one!