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Dear Man Driving A Green Car in the Grocery Store Parking Lot,

It is never okay to roll down your window , gesture aggressively and scream "SUCK MY C*CK!!!" at a mother and her baby EVEN if she did tap her horn at you. That is what is called a disproportionate reaction.

Yours sincerely,
Hilary


Dear Sandra Oh,

Thanks for being so friendly and saying hi to me at the playground. The only reason I walked away and didn't tell you how much I love your character is because I think that celebrities and their kids should be left alone... I realise now they probably weren't your kids, but they were pretty cute.

Oh and sorry for staring,
Hilary


Dear Dude in the Blue Car,

Please do not park in the driveway to my building. And you're right, it's not a BIG deal, but it is inconsiderate, especially when there are multiple free parking spots only metres away.

All the best,
Hilary.


Dear Peter,

Pretty please - do you think you could sleep until about 6 tomorrow? Maybe 6:30? Mama just is not at her best at quarter-to-five, and Daddy isn't either. Remember how you used to sleep until 7 or 8? Those were good days. I can handle the night wakings, but I really, really need a bit more shut-eye in the morning.

Love
Mama

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