I can’t think of a name for this post because all I can think of is closing today.

Dear Lady-Who-Stepped-Out-in-Front-of-My-Car-in-Rush-Hour-Traffic-on-HWY 192-on-Friday,

Here it is Monday, and I’m still sort of irritated at you.  I thought it was so rude that you thought it was funny.  It’s like you were taunting me to say something so that you would have an excuse to pull me out of my car and beat my butt.  The truth is that I was slightly intimidated by your large stature, gold teeth, and memories of kids getting beat up in middle school.

So I just blankly stared at you, willing you to please not get yourself killed. I’ve been told on more than one occasion that I have eyes that pierce when I’m angry.  Did my stare pierce you?  There is nothing humorous about the fact that I, in the middle lane, had to brake at a green light while the two lanes of traffic on either side whizzed passed us, and you and me where totally stuck because you are bad at jay walking.  You are selfish, and there is a reason why your friends chose not to follow you. 

Don’t you realize that if someone would have bumped the back of my car, you would have been a pancake? Please use your brain the next time you cross the road.  This is why cross walks were created.

Signed,

Needs to Get Over It

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Dear Closing Day,

Welcome!  We’ve been anxiously awaiting your arrival for weeks.

Signed, 

Can’t-Wait-to-Get-My-Hands-on-the-Keys-Today

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Dear Husband,

Thank you for making my life better every day.  Your support, encouragement, and kind words have meant so much to me over the past few weeks.  Go you.

Signed,

Your Thankful Wife