I hate you. Ok, I don't hate you, I love you. Which is why I hate you. You sit there on the counter barely wrapped in plastic. You don't even have the decency to properly cover yourself. I wish you were never baked!
P.S... I see you have been hanging out with that fork again. Every time I look at you, that fork is hanging out on your dish. I think this is the main cause for our problems
Sincerely,
The Hockey Wife
Dear Snow,
I hate you. Ok, I don't hate you, but lately you have become so needy. I cannot always stop what I am doing and shovel you every time you pile up. I didn't want to have to tell you this, but you have overstayed your welcome. Please melt!
P.S... I think it is best we spend time apart. Maybe next year I will be ready to see you again.
Yours Truly,
The Hockey Wife
Dear Red Wine,
I hate you. Ok, I don't hate you, I hate what you do to me. It is like drinking with Jekyll and Hyde! One moment you make me feel so good, and then the next morning I don't even recognize you. I cannot take the headaches, nausea, and exhaustion you cause. What is that? You have heard this all before? You think I will come running back to you? This time I am serious. It is over!
P.S. Please wear your best label tonight, we have company coming over!
Cheers,
The Hockey Wife
I hate you. Ok, I don't hate you, I hate what you have become. We used to have fun together. I would often dress up and look forward to seeing you. But things have changed between us, you don't seem to understand that. I know you are the same game; sixty minutes, three periods, and two intermissions...but I am not the same girl as when we met. I now have children. I have new priorities, and you have to be placed on the bottom of the list. I hope you understand. I am sure we will always have a connection, whether I am there or not.
P.S... It's not you, it's me!
Best of Luck,
The Hockey Wife
