Spaghetti

Dear Spaghetti:

I love you so much.

Like, this much.

You are my most specialest wine drinking accessory.

Well, you and every other form of pasta.

But, if I *had* to choose a favorite, it's definitely you.

You also allow me to indulge in the sin that is garlic bread.

It's like a giant foursome.

But, you have also become a source of anxiety for me.

Get Teisha on Xanax!

You see, I have a one year old that will kick and scream if I try to feed her.

And did you know that you are one messy masterpiece?

I have a hard time with this.

Messy eaters make me itchy and I am the proud owner of one.



Who let Bozo the Clown in?

 So, I just wanted to drop a line in the hopes that you would magically make yourself a clean sidekick to the one year old.

I would be so grateful.

Messy kisses,
Teisha