I feel weird about you today. By the time you come again next week, I'll be back in work. So...I'm glad to see you but, don't hurry back.
Dear Fur Babes,
Don't throw any parties with the Landlord's Cat, Spackle, while we're away this weekend, ok? I. Will. Know.
I mean....you can come any time you want.
You're kicking my tush. The amount of blemishes you're sending my way? Yeah, not diggin' it.
Dear Grasshopper-like Insect,
I'm sorry I slept on you two nights ago. That couldn't have been comfortable.
Also...sorry you died from it.
Dear Olive Garden,
Please be my dinner guest tonight.
Please continue to be awesome as I learn how to jog.