Memorandums

Memo to my face, neck, and chest:
Stop breaking out! I mean it! I have not eaten anything especially greasy or sugary lately, nor do I EVER touch you, and I treat you so incredibly well, and it is not "that time," so STOP IT! I start a new job assignment on Friday, and the last thing I want is to walk in looking like a pizza!

Memo to the weather:
Could you just go ahead and get really nasty sometime other than when I'm sleeping? That'd be awesome. You got close to my wake-up time this morning, but you still robbed me of precious sleep with all your foolishness. You caused the town's tornado sirens to go off 6 times! You couldn't have done this around noon?

Memo to the weatherman on Channel 16: It's disconcerTing, not disconcerning.

Memo to the members of my family who called me all concerned because they heard a tornado touched down in Brandon: I love y'all.

Memo to Stacey: You have an orthodontist's appointment in 20 minutes. Could you stop playing with your blog already?