Dear G, I spent yesterday afternoon in my skivvies, jumping around the bathroom like a spider monkey to paint the ceiling. You told me not to quit my day-job. Dually noted. Dear Mom, this weekend you helped me sew the most awesome gift for baby Davis. And by helped I mean did it all. Thanks a million! Dear Ceiling Paint, you do not match the ceiling. I hate you. Dear Camera, I'm sorry I have not been using you as much. Half of my problem was not being able to locate you. I've missed you.
Have you found ceiling paint that matches your ceiling. If so, spill...
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