Dear Self,
Do not walk by the three wedding dress stores that you HAVE to walk by to get dog food. Come up with a different route or wear blinders or have the food delivered.
Love, You.
PS. please remember to breathe.
You could say I'm having some difficulties letting go.
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2 comments:
Good note to self!
And I don't think it's sad ... because I know the words, too. :)
Hahaha nice. I still have to keep from looking at dresses all the time.
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