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Dear SI community,

I know you're wondering "When will TrustedHer post more of those long-winded posts where he overthinks everything".

It will be soon, over the holiday weekend. I promise. More than just one.

TH.

Edited because TH is drunk.

[This message edited by TrustedHer at 1:52 AM, November 25th (Wednesday)]

Dear ankle that is throbbing,

I am sorry that I twisted you tonight on High School Bleachers.

I am so thankful that I didn't go down, but you need to quit hurting me now. I have a Thanksgiving Dinner for 30 to fix in just 2 days.

sosad101

Dear Universe that Works in Strange, but Wondrous Ways:

Thank you for my xh's infidelity. You freed me from a life of putting up with his crap because I didn't think I deserved better.

Thank you, Universe - for giving me a glimpse at "better," and for starting me down a path where I might, finally, get it.

And thanks for providing me with some company along the way.

Signed,

Never thought I'd say I'm happy I was cheated on

Dear DS16,

Stop eating over my damn computer keyboard all afternoon when you get home from school.

No one is allowed to eat over my keyboard...not even me.

If you continue this habit I will have to find you a new home. I'm sure there are some dirty people that would love to have you.

Love,

Mom

Dear UR:

As totally weird as it seems, you can actually put your keyboard through the dishwasher, if you do it right.

http://www.43folders.com/2007/12/11/great-keyboard-bath-2007

Discovered this while investigating keyboards for computers in doctor's exam rooms.

Yours,

TH

Dear TrustedHer,

First let me say who knew you could put keyboards in the dishwasher?

Second, are there other useful but obscure facts locked in that head of yours? Have you ever considered making millions on a game show?

I'm going to actually try this.

UR

Dear UR,

It's not the useful but obscure facts that are the issue. It's the obscure but useless facts that clutter up the noggin that cause me problems.

That one was work related. Sanitizing keyboards in a patient-care environment is an issue. Someone tried to sell us super-expensive keyboards that could be run through the dishwasher, and I did the googling, and there you are.

Turns out, they chose to just give them a good antiseptic wipe-down at the end of the day.

And I always choke on Final Jeopardy, anyway.

TH

Dear Boss's Son,

The people in the television cannot hear you...stop yelling louder at them when they say things you do not like.

You are not a financial genius. You are staying with your mother until it warms up enough for you to sleep in your truck.

Dear Boss,

Having my office in your home was great until your son showed up. Can you move the big screen upstairs so I do not have to listen to his foolishness?

Dear Weather...

warm up please...soon!

Sincerely,

seriously concerned employee

Dear self,

Why did you decide to take the oven apart to clean it? If something that is 48 years old still works, leave it alone.

Signed,

Most likely needs a new oven

Dear Human Resources Department:

Tits on a boar hog you are.

You are demanding that we rate 5% of our employees with what amounts to a “D”. Not because they are actually working at that level…but because you have instituted a policy that directs there will be 5% D’s.

Yes…we all get that there is a top 5% and a bottom 5% (to which most you likely belong).

But here’s the thing. We design airplanes. We have no desire or need to retain “D” employees. Otherwise…our products would be falling out of the skies on a regular basis.

I have no dead wood working for me. I have some exceedingly talented engineers in my department. I have some very good engineers in my department. I have no “sort of good”…”he’ll do”...engineers in my employ.

If I am forced to do as you say…..I will be fucking with the morale and most likely these peoples’ productivity for the next 12 months…ensuring without a doubt that NEXT year they will deserve the rating.

You have instituted a vicious, needless, mindless, self fulfilling and harmful policy…you stupid FUCKS!!!!

Dear X Husband,

Today would have ben our 31st wedding anniversary.

Do you feel lost today like I do?

I mean, I am glad we have found some peace. I wsh it hadn' take a fire and losing our dog to make it happen. But still, it seems like such a waste .... Are you eally, honestly, better off?

I wish you'd never strayed. I wish you'd wanted me. I wish that, once you did stray, you could have seen the value in saving the marriage. Am I the only one who thought it was a good marriage? Yes, it could have been better - we both could have been better. . . but was it really so terible?

I wish it wasn't too late. But it is. And that is th real tragedy in all of this.

wolf

[This message edited by WhiteWolfWinning at 4:15 PM, December 2nd (Wednesday)]

Dear Life,

Really?

Going_Under

Dear Wolf,

I wish you could live next door so I could pop in with some hugs, warm tea and sweets.

Dear sadness,

Please read my signature quote. Please dont be too thick of a wall between those two gardens.

BT

Dear WWW:

Hugs to you.....

Dear Wolfie,

Thinking of you tonight and wishing you peace.

Love,

BR

Dear wolf

Hoping today is a better one for you.

Dear passive-aggressive son-in-law:

Way to go big guy, when you finally washed the dishes you did every one except the 2 coffee cups I use. Never mind that you are living here for free and I do ALL the dishes 3 days out of 4, just way to go.

Dear Texas Friends:

It's snow. I moved south to get away from it. It makes me cry. Hearing you cheering, laughing, carrying on makes me think you're all a bunch of addle-pated yuck yucks. I don't want to celebrate. I want to crawl under the bed and hide. Don't call me to ask "Do you see it?" I not only see it, I feel it deep, deep within my bones. I taste it. I smell it.

And it smells like agony.

Go celebrate elsewhere and leave me alone. Each one of your too-chirpy messages feels like a recrimination, and I'm only just holding back nasty responses.

Yours,

Attacked By The Sky

Dearest Kitty,

Gravity works for everyone. Knocking everything off the kitchen counters several times a day accomplishes nothing. I'm sure there's something else you could do with your time, like pester the dog.

Love,

Mom

Dear God,

I am not that strong.