So maybe I'm just a follower, but I saw this on Natalie and Fig's blog and decided I loved it and wanted to copy it.
Dear Coma Guy: I'm sorry I stole some candy out of your hospital room when no one was looking.
Dear Sister # 1: I'm sorry I tricked you into watching the "Changling" with me and then scared you half to death by climbing under your bed and banging on your bed poles in the middle of the night.
Dear Sister #2: I'm sorry I shot you with a bb gun and then told everyone it was an accident. I'm actually pretty sure I did it on purpose.
Dear Brother: I'm sorry I kept my mouth shut that one time when mom was cutting your hair, slipped, and shaved your neckline halfway up the back of your head. It wasn't until a few weeks later, when your hair was growing back in ugly patches, that you finally discovered why everyone had been laughing at you.
Dear High School Self: I'm sorry that I had no idea how to fix your hair, your make-up, or dress you in a semi-fashionable manner. I'm also sorry I made you play the french horn in the pep band.
Dear Boyfriends #1, #2, and #3: I'm sorry I had the emotional maturity of a second-grader and decided that simply ignoring you was an acceptable method of breaking up.
Dear Trevor from BYU-Idaho: I'm so, so, so sorry that I hid in the closet when you came to pick me up from our date.
Dear Television: I'm sorry you have to work so hard. One of these days I'll give you a nice long break.
Dear Riley: I'm sorry the television is your surrogate mother.
Dear Fig: I'm sorry Riley threw fruit salad on your wall during dinner.
Dear Puerto Rico: I'm sorry I never made it to see you last summer like I promised. One of these days, I'll be there.
Dear Husband: I'm sorry I wore old lady pajamas on our wedding night.
Dear Mom: I'm sorry I bought you a book one year for Christmas about how to have successful family relationships. I have no idea why I ever thought that would be a good idea.
Dear Mother-In-Law: I'm sorry I cried to Sam that first summer after we were married and practically lived at your house that I was sick of eating PB and J and I needed some fruits and vegetables. I'm doubly sorry that Sam went to you and told you to start cooking meals for me after you got home from a long, hard day of work. I promise, I never asked him to do that.
Ahhh....I feel so much better.
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10 comments:
Okay, that Trevor one is my favorite!
And yes, I'm sorry you lived on PB&J. Did you ever end up buying your own fruits and veggies?
Best posts. Read yours, Fig's and Natalie's. Laughed until I cried. Really.
Hilarious!!! I might have to copy that post idea. Too funny.
I LOVED the part about the TV being Riley's surrogate mother. I feel the same way about our TV situation. Brandon has been watching too much TV for his own good lately. Thanks for letting me know my kid is not the only one out there with the TV as a second mother/babysitter.
The grandma pajamas was the best one for me!!! Too funny! If I were to go into confessions of my adult life I would be in trouble!!!
Love it!
You are so funny. I love it! My favorites were the boyfriends, and also, the old lady pajamas. What I would have given for some nice old lady pajamas on my wedding night ...
Lace, My confession is, I knew from that first Christmas you came to visit that you were a better "eater" than we were. So I knew that since I was no longer in the preparing meals stage of life that you would be happy to fetch those foods that you liked to eat so much when we didn't have any. Not only do I not like to cook, I dislike grocery shopping even more. Today, I live on fruits and veggies. The reasons are 3 fold. 1)I no longer have to worry about getting something kids will eat. 2)I like food I don't have to prepare and food that is good for me 3)It makes shopping so much easier. I walk in to the produce area, bag a few items and I am done.
See I am no dummy, if I can get others to do the grocery shopping for me....Yahoo!!
Hope you made it to the temple okay. So you don't have to write a "dear temple" apology! :)
haha totally made me laugh. :) I might just follow your lead and do a post like this on my blog...
old lady pjs to bed! OMG! that's right: O-M-G. i want to apologize to myself for even being in band. except that that's where i met you. so consider us both better because of it.
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