1993: Julie (can’t remember your last name) my childhood neighbor, I am sorry for making Ronnie prove his love for me by having him push you off your bike.
1994: Mrs. Earhart my third grade teacher. I am sorry you had to deal with Gaby and My shenanigans. We had just become best friends so we were really excited!
1994: Andrea (last name…), I used you for you juice boxes and for that I am sorry.
1995: To the Janitors of Avon Elementary, I thought something was just too funny I couldn’t hold it any longer. Please forgive me.
1997: Jason Eggart my fifth grade boyfriend, I am sorry for having another bro in a different area code. Also, for telling you like it was nothing.
1995: To the turtle that I assisted in dropping down a porty-potty. Also, for shinning the flashlight in your eyes for hours.
2000: Rocori Middle School, for having to watch my awkward outfits I put together. Specifically the pink pants, pink shirt, pink scarf all different shades.
2001: I can’t remember his name but I hit you over the head with my canoe paddle. You threw my friend Amber’s hat in the water and that was just not nice! But, I did over react. Sorry.
2001-2005: To my parents, for having to deal with my teenage mood swings.
2005: Josh Anderson, for hitting you over the head with a shovel. Although you were trying to scare me so you did sort of deserve it.
2007: Rockford First Assembly, I went night swimming in the baptismal before the baptism service the next Sunday. God has forgiven me, I ask you do as well.
2012: All the people I purposefully hung up the phone on while I was a receptionist at True Religion. I hated my job which meant I hated you.
2013: The readers of Maddieicough.com, I am sorry if I hurt your feelings with my words. From the mom’s on Facebook to my man-hater post, I am sorry.
2013: To my bunny, 1. For not giving you a proper name, Bunny is very unoriginal. 2. For leaving you home alone without enough food for a whole weekend. I intended on someone watching you, but giving them the key slipped my mind.
2013: To Carlos for not writing my next blog post about you and your bad sportsman like behavior in every board game.