Open Letter Friday

Dear Readers,

Every Friday, I'll try and post some open letters for your entertainment. They go something like this. 

Love,
Maggie

Dear Busy Self,

Why do you let the time slip away so easily? There are, after all, twenty.four.hours. in a day! WTH are you doing with all that time? Twiddling thumbs? Seriously, can't you put the mop to the floor at least once so it looks as tho something got accomplished? Work on that, will ya?
Love,

Controlling Self,

Dear Kids,

I love you immensely. I'm lucky, blessed, happy, humbled, truly thankful to have you in my life. You are amazing.

Love,

Mommy

Dear Husby,

I love you immensely, too.  I'm lucky and blessed yadda yadda yadda and all that too, to have you in my life also. But, like, you already know that - and when I start speaking all that smoozy love speak, you tone out anyway.  But, yeah - like, you're neat and stuff... even if you leave the dinner dishes for me to do the next morning. That sucks, and I'm annoyed at you while I'm doing those crusty dishes in the morning, but I still love you ;)

Love,

Your wifey

Dear Julia's Dance School,

I'm glad Julia loves going there. She seems to be maturing in her social skills and she's picking up on some dance moves and whatnot.  And your program seems to be a hundred times better than her old dance school.  It's all about Julia and if she's happy - I'm generally happy, too.  BUT, you require all parents to wait in the "sitting room" while dance class is going on. We're not allowed to be in the dance classroom while the kiddos are in class, and there's really no where else for us to wait out the 50 minues besides in the sitting room.  The part that sucks?  The sitting room has two small benches and it's about the size of an elevator.  There are lots of kiddos in dance class ya know, so you must figure in a parent or two per child and we're all crammed like sardines while you guys get to jump around and dance.  The really crummiest part? There's only one small window for us to peek in to see our kiddos - to you it's probably comical watching us moms fight over who gets to see out the window. But to me? I'm gonna sock that little girls mommy right in the nose next week if she does another play-by-play commentary for the entire 50 minutes while the rest of us have our faces crammed in each other's stinky armpits.  Good for her getting there early to get a good "seat" (as if anybody can sit down in there!)...  Seriously. You win the prize for my longest open letter today. You suck.

Thanks,

Julia's mommy

Dear taxpayers, 

Please call your congressperson and tell them to go to **** for asking us to fork over 700 BILLION dollars for someone elses mistakes.  And get yourself out of debt.  And teach others how to get out of debt. And call your government officials and tell them how to get out of debt.  Because I don't even think I remember how many zeros are in 700 BILLION.  But, it's a lot and it's ridiculous, and I'm so not happy about it.

Thanks!

Maggie

Dear Dave Ramsey,

Thanks for helping us climb out of debt.  I thought it was a good idea to make the climb, and I could see some importance in doing it, but really I thought I was climbing like this so I could have more play money later in life....  but now this "financial crisis" that we're in is reminding me that there are SO MANY reasons why being in debt is stupid.  Thanks for wanting me to have financial freedom.  I won't need any loans anytime soon, so there's a bunch of new government hurdles that I won't be jumping through in the next decade or so. Woot!

Love,

Almost debt free Maggie (The party is still a few years away, but I'll call ya!)