I'm not bossy. I just have really good ideas.

The Duck Game this weekend:
Dear Fosters,

While the following is obvious and could go without being said, you were the first of several bad choices Saturday. While I appreciated the things you stood for initially (a chance to act like I was as cool as my 20 year old brother and steal you from the original klepto, internal warmth, and temporary dryness postponing me from seeing any of the Duck game), you are in fact the devil in disguise. You may be Australian for beer, but you will forever be known to me as Recipe for Disaster: noted side effects include crying, nausea/vomiting, fatigue, headache, loss of short-term memory, loss of appetite, loss of common sense, and temporary resemblance of a sloth that could last up to 24-48 hours (if longer, please see your primary care provider). In addition, destruction of every piece of electronic equipment I know and love.

Though it seems you’ve won this encounter, my learnings from this weekend far outweigh your negative side effects:
1. Boyfriend is far more caring, sympathetic, thoughtful, compassionate, kinder, and gentler than me.
2. Parents are never too old to take care of their grown children.
3. Unconditional love.

Life is about choices, and I now must choose to say goodbye. With that being said, I bid farewell to you Fosters and hope our paths shall not cross again.

Sincerely,

Uoluckyducky

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