What a day...

Dear cockroach,

I have cut off your head. Please stop moving. This whole "I'm going to keep running around like a chicken cockroach with its head cut off" act is not amusing. Actually, it's pretty dang traumatizing. I'm probably going to have nightmares for weeks.

Why won't you just die?!?!

Sincerely,
Katherine

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Dear Aldi,

Why do you close at 7? I need groceries! I am out of bread, and peanut butter, and I need cheese and milk. I suppose I can settle for Publix, but that means I have to spend more money. Is this because I don't tell you how much I love you enough? Well, I do. Please let me shop tomorrow!

Love,
Katherine