If you're reading this, you're most likely a friend or an adopted relative. You're someone that I care about, and it pains me to write this.
First, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I don't listen, that it gets me into trouble, that I've probably cursed each of you out under my breath. It's not that I don't like you, it's that I'm moody and things get on my nerves.
Second, I love you guys. I think I'd be some bitter old woman living in a cave if it wasn't for all of you. This is be, crossing out the curse words and replacing them with hearts.
Third, I can't write this.
Having a kid in about six weeks so in about a month I'll start taking it a little easier NO SPECIAL TREATMENT, alright? I can take care of my own damn self. He's a boy, the name is Franklin. In the highly unlikely event anything happens, whoever wins in a nak- top- er, scantily clad jello wresteling match gets all of my money. You get Lynn too, so HAHAHA.
You rock! Love you all!