Dear ILM:

Thank you for existing and making our moving watching experience so interesting.

And for giving my 4 year old the terminology for the conversation:

"Mom, I had the coolest dream. I was playing with my puppy and then there were cool special effects in the background making rainbows."

So, thanks for changing movies (and dreams)!

Katrina

Dear Mr. Preece:

Remember that time when I was being terrible in my 8th grade Social Studies class. I was being disruptive and talked back and you gave me a talking to in the hall.

I totally deserved it and I am sorry for my behavior.

Especially because my husband is now an 8th Grade and 9th Grade Social Studies teacher. And it is awful when his students are disrespectful and disruptive. I wish I could tell him I was a model student. But I probably treated you as badly as my husbands worst nightmares.

Sorry again,
Katrina

Dear Honey:

The other day when you came home and the dishes weren't done and the house was a mess, you thought I had been on the computer all day. But I hadn't. I had been reading Catching Fire. And it was fabulous.

Love,
Me

Dear Fiona:

The other day when you dropped my daughter off, I didn't come to the door because I was still the same PJ's as the day before and I knew well enough to be ashamed. You probably wouldn't have noticed, but I did!

Thanks for loving me even when not only do I not get dressed, but don't change my PJ's for two days in a row!

I'll work on it!
Katrina

Dear United:

I am really sorry that one time I flew on a ticket someone else purchased without following the proper channels to get the ticket put in my name. (Hawaii was a blast!)

I now work for an airline. I still pay very little for all of my tickets, but when I have to buy a ticket next time, I will buy from you to make up for it!

Thanks,
Katrina

Dear Mom and Dad:

Thanks for having 10 kids. It often lead to some good times.

Like that time we left Hans in Pocatello and got all the way to Idaho Falls before we realized he wasn't in the car.

I'm sticking with two kids. It will be much easier to keep track of them (I hope).

Still laughing 20 years later!
Katrina

More Confessions

It's about time for some more confessions....in the form of the letters in my head I never send.

Dear Mrs. Robinson:

You were a great 5th grade teacher.

Member that time I was chewing gum in front of you and gum was against the rules? And you asked me if I was chewing gum and I quickly swallowed it and said "no"? Thanks for not ratting me out.

Sometimes it was really good to be teachers pet.

Thanks,
Katrina