You are my Kryptonite. My weekend was going just fine until you crept up out of nowhere and made me have to think about lesson plans and packing lunches and wearing clothes that aren't athletic gear. Please stop ruining my weekends. And please pass quickly today. Tuesdays are so much kinder than you.
A Weekend Junkie
Dear Compression Socks,
You are the coolest thing to enter my running world since the adjustable sports bra. You may not be pretty, you may cause other runners at the park to dart strange looks my way, you may be almost as difficult to put on as Spanx, and you may be ridiculously expensive, but you have made running a whole new experience for me. I don't care how silly you make me look, you are my new love.
Dear Dr. Seuss,
You are the focus of the thematic unit for my kindergarten class this month. And I just wanted you to know how awesome you are. I bow down to your rhymes. I am in awe of your ability to entertain children while simultaneously sending your adult readers hidden messages. (I have to tell you how much my students love your book Yertle the Turtle and how much I love that the book is actually about Hitler.) Your words live on great one.
A Huge Fan,
Thing 3, I mean... A Grateful Teacher
Dear Mental Block,
Please move. I'd write more. But you're in my way.
A Creatively Challenged Writer