Dear Workmen Next Door
We can hear you. We can hear you as you stomp up the stairs, hear your conversations, the noise of your drills and saws and the noise of your general crashing around. I’m sick of it. You keep waking the baby. He hasn’t had a decent daytime nap in the best part of a week.
Quit it already.
Yours in hope of silence
Pissed mama
p.s. stop throwing your gutted house trash in our front garden.
Dear Bank
I refuse to accept your assumptions re my card issue. Your elimination of possibilities is complete bullshit and you know as well as I do that your wrong. I’ll be coming at ya with all I’ve got and you will be giving my money back.
Yours with the truth
Skint now my card’s been cloned mama
Dear Boris
I appreciate you want to put trees in London neighbourhoods and I think it’s a great idea. However locating one right where we open the front door of our parked car is not going to win you my support.
From
Heading out with the black spray paint to cover the x marking the spot mama
Dear Companies
I’d desperately love to go to Cybermummy 2010 but just can’t afford it. Please would you sponsor me.
Yours in hope
Glowstars
Dear Boy
I do not appreciate you lying to me like that. You deserve the bollocking your teacher gave you and you’re lucky that me and the husband didn’t make it ten times worse.
Don’t do it again!
From
Now not believing a word you say mama.
Dear Baby
I know the workmen are loud and you really don’t appreciate their noises but please try and ignore them and get some sleep will you. And while you’re at it, you do not need feeding every two hours during the day. Four has always been enough for you and you’re driving your mama crazy.
From
Drained dry mama.
Dear Husband
The washing up is yours.
Nuff said.
Bored of housework mama.
Head over to Kat’s to see the rest.
Well done. Love your Dear So and Sos.
The baby wakers should be shot!
.-= Alixandra Hice said Dear So and So… =-.
Glowstars Reply:
March 23rd, 2010 at 15:36
just hand me the gun – they’re still at it.
What did tb do?
Love the one to the husband….think I might use that tonight!
.-= muummmmeeeeee…… said Porridge Baths & Spongebob Squarepants… =-.
Glowstars Reply:
March 23rd, 2010 at 15:37
It’s our constant argument!
Love the letters. Short and to the point.
Dear wife,
hey!!! how come the washing up is mine after I’ve slaved baking delicious pizas (from scratch) to satisfy your cravings???
your annoying (and annoyed) hubby…
xxx
.-= Urbanvox said And with that I bid you g’night! =-.
Glowstars Reply:
March 23rd, 2010 at 15:37
Because I wrote this before you even started considering the pizzas.
Dear Glowstars,
You sound so stressed, I prescribe a long soak in a hot bubble bath, with a nice facepack, scented candles and soft music, lots of chocs and a glass of wine and let the husband take over for a night, you deserve it.
From a concerned and caring friend Xx
.-= Posh Totty said Yummy Mummy =-.
Glowstars Reply:
March 23rd, 2010 at 15:39
Lets see, our bath is so tiny that you can’t fit a fully grown adult in it, not least one as fully grown as me. I’ve got sensitive skin so the facepack is out, and I’d probably set the house on fire with candles. I gave up choc for lent so sod it, just give me a bottle of wine and I’ll be happy!
With you on the workmen, they’re digging up the streets near us and waking the spud up at ungodly hours every morning. Can you write to my upstair neighbours as well please?!
Lovely to meet you yesterday – how are your legs?
.-= Sparx said …you can’t catch me… =-.
Glowstars Reply:
March 23rd, 2010 at 15:40
They’ve started with a pneumatic drill outside too now – all for the trees.
Okay, so not funny, but I did have a good laugh. Sorry! (And thanks!)
.-= Luschka said Just Have to Share – Easter Egg Nests =-.