Dear Terrible Twos,
I don't have enough words.
Just know this isn't over.
I won't give up.
You are my idol.
When I grow up I want to be you.
And with the stellar example you set,
there is still time for all my dreams.
Thanks sassy lady.
Keep bringing it.
Dear Color me Rad,
That paint stuff was fun while it lasted.
I wasn't sure it was going to come clean.
I was even resigned to being the Hulk for Halloween.
Oh, cool, never mind.
Dear Dove soap (white bar),
I will never again question you abilities.
I will never think a body wash is better than you.
You are in fact a classic.
I VOLUNTEER AS TRIBUTE!!!!
This is my favorite thing right now.
You find a pillow, a comfy spot,
and you crash.
The only thing that could make this situation perfect,
is if this happend at 2 pm instead of 5pm.
You are my newest blog crush.
I just read your FAQ page and fell out of my chair.
Yes, I'm now a firm believer that
Suri came out of Tom's va-jay.
Also because I love RR and only picture him as Van Wilder.
Plus your comments kick my ass.
I'm sold and smitten.
Like a 7th grader begging for a signature my yearbook.