Dear Fencing Instructors,
You can stop changing the day and time and location of Oliver's lessons anytime now.
If we don't have any glasses in the kitchen, you should probably check the blackhole AKA your truck before asking anyone else.
Your Loving Wife
I am not your mother. And only one of you is putting out. So stop leaving nasty ass shit in the community refrigerator for me to clean up.
When I go to drop off a prescription at the drive-thru and you fail to provide me with something to put on top of it so that it doesn't fly away and then it does fly away, I am NOT in the mood to chase after it through the parking lot.
Dear Dr. No Personality,
I wouldn't have asked you to help me lose weight if I could lose it by myself. And while I may be a little vain, that doesn't make my reasoning irrational. If your entire family was overweight too, then you might be neurotic about your weight too.