Friday Letters

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Dear Corporate Health Center:  You were advertised as being an alternative to urgent care and the minute clinic when all you have are registered nurses who can't even write a simple prescription for antibiotics for a freakin' ear infection.  No wonder you're free...you're basically a school nurse.  Which is fine if all I need is aspirin or a quick blood pressure check...but don't advertise coming to you for ear pain, specifically (yes...this is actually on the poster by the elevator) when all you do is tell me to go to a minute clinic for antibiotics and give me some sudafed and send me on my way.

Dear Z Pack:   You suck.  I took the last of the 5 day dose this morning and still can't hear jack out of my left ear.  Back to the Minute Clinic I go this afternoon.

Dear Ego:  I know you're bruised.  I know you feel like you don't have any friends after the birthday crap last weekend and that self esteem issue is starting to rear it's ugly head.  I know it's a REALLY bad weekend for this as you have that uppity wedding to go to where all those snotty people from the bridal shower will be.  But you look good in the dress you bought, you have cute shoes and handbag to go with it.  It's an open bar and is bound to be pretty at the botanical garden.  Try not to worry about other people and just enjoy it.

Dear Humidity:  I live in Arizona which by definition is a desert.  That means it's supposed to be arid...a.k.a "DRY."  WTF is up with the humidity hovering around 70%?  I know that's low for a lot of you out there but for us here where the average is about 13%, it's just freakin' miserable.

Dear Evil Boss Lady:  My illness was not brought on my allergies and I didn't call in Tuesday just to make you actually have to do something.  I came back yesterday and you didn't even ask how I was feeling.  Yeah...you selfish *itch...would it kill you to at least feign interest in anyone but yourself?

Dear Gym:  I have no abandoned you after only a week of attendance.  I just haven't had the energy, respiratory ability or stamina to attend this week.  I'll be back.

Dear Youngest Daughter:  You passed your assessment and get to start kindergarten in August!  We're so excited!  What made me laugh was your reaction.  You looked at me like I was nuts as if to say "Where else would I be going in August?"  I know you'll do great!  It does make me feel a little old...no more babies in daycare...

Dear Pocketbook:  With no more babies in daycare, you're actually going to start seeing some cash flow!!!  Wahoo!

Dear Blogland:  I'm sorry I've been absent this week.  I am caught up and should be consistent again.  And Friday Letters or no...we can all use a Friday Funny: