(ahem)
You were so ridiculously delicious last Saturday when my hungry body was inhaling you by the half-dozen. Tangy, and sassy, and creamy-dippy, and, well... very Southwestern...
But you weren't nearly so much fun coming back out. Your sassy spices burned my throat, and at one point I was fairly certain I was going to d.i.e. Turns out that Baby Bob is not a fan... so, I'm going to go ahead and keep my distance, being that he and I are sort of connected at the belly at the moment. You know, purely out of respect for BB.
I do hope you'll understand.
with love,
Lola
Dear Chili Cheese Fritos,


Call me...
(I won't tell Bella if you don't...!)
keepin' it on the DL,
Lola
Dear Hubs,

You know those times?
Well, that makes me really love you a lot, lot, lot, and more and more. Even when I think it's not possible for me to love you more. (even when you are growing a creep-o-stache in observance of Mustache March...)
Even more than Chili Cheese Fritos. (and that's no small thing...)
All my love,
Lola
3 comments:
I love the last "letter"!
Sorry you threw up egg rolls, bummer. But I love 'Baby Bob'...too funny!
I hope you get feeling better! I am looking forward to a post regarding The bachelor!
Kristi :)
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