Dear BF,
I cannot accurately express how glad I am that you aren't working an overnight this week. I love you madly and I am enjoying this re-honeymoon phase we're having right now

Date night this weekend?
Love,
Me
Dear Kali,
HA! You don't get a night alone with me this week to terrorize me, keep me up, and let's not forget the pièce de résistance - POOP IN MY BED. I'm still not over it, and we are not friends again yet. I realize the barking and incessant energy is you being protective, but the expulsion of fecal matter in my sleeping area is just inexplicable and inexcusable. I do think I'm starting to soften, so we can probably be friends again this weekend. Maybe.
I still love you anyway,
Fur Mommy
Dear Kristine,
Responding NO to the evite for Lindsey's bachelorette 10 minutes after it went out, on top of the rest of your rude-ass behavior, is just the klassy icing on your crap-attitude cake. Trust me, we're all relieved you aren't coming. I hope you and your husband enjoy a boring night on the couch instead, soaking up each other's snobbery and homophobia.
P.S. You aren't a fvcking bride anymore - you haven't been for two years. Change your damn default picture, it's getting pathetic.
No Love,
Relieved party hostess
ETA:
Dear Aunt Flow,
^^^See how snarky you have made me this week? Please chill.