Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Fragile Mornings

I have searched and searched for a nice way to say it.
But there is no way around it.
I hate you.
Don't come again.
I do not enjoy feeling weepy over the state of my compost bucket.
It's a compost bucket, for Pete's sake!
And who's Pete, anyway?
You've got me talking about a man I don't even know as though I care about him and his "sake".
It is for this reason, and many others, that I must also inform you I am absolutely certain my husband does not enjoy your visits either.

No longer yours and without affection,
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