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Dear McWane Center,

I’d like the side of my car back. Or for those gigantic cement pillars to be moved a little farther away from parking spaces. OR for your parking deck not to be a small cylinder. OR for larger spaces. OR for you to park my car for me.

You: +1, Me: -$XXX.xx

Grrr,

Amanda

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Dear My Nails,Source: BirminghamMommy.com’s FB (click image to “like”)

(That’s right. I’m writing a letter/blog to them. Bite me). YOU WERE AWESOME. Sarah thought so too. You put on THE WORLD’S BEST TWILIGHT NAILS EVER. And I’m sorry I don’t have a picture of you to show to the my 5 readers world, but I will duplicate sometime soon because I hearted you THAT MUCH.

LOVE YOU LIKE THE UNDEAD,

Thankful For Pretty Nails Because Otherwise She’d of Been a Hot Mess At The TwilightOver21 Party

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Dear Rachel Zoe,

Thank you for coming back on Bravo to save my summer. I love you like whoa. My desire for everything in your closet will never die (the bad kind of die - as in “go away”)

Bananas,

Sick of TV

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Dear Potty Training, 

I. own. you.

SUCKAS,

Mom of Chase

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Dear B12,

OMG I love you more than the 18+ hours I’ve needed to sleep because of this stupid anti-depressant. You take the edge off. Muchos thank..os.

Sincerely Yours,

Amanda

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Dear Lexapro,

Please see: Dear B12. I hate you. Well, I’m glad you don’t have me breaking down in tears for days on end like the Wellbutrin, but I do not have any desire to nap all freaking day (nor the ability to). So, next week, you are GONE. Please welcome Celexa as your replacement.

You don’t deserve a salutation.