Dear new house, I love you so much. But can you please unpack yourself? I think you owe it to us after we spent 5 days painting your insides.
Dear neighbors, so far you all seem a little goofy. We should fit right in.
Dear weekend, you look hot. Literally. 84 degrees. You saucy minx, you….
Dear Mom & Brother, I can’t wait to see your sweet midwest faces tomorrow!
Dear Mom & Brother again, Do you remember what 84 degrees feels like? It’s warm.
Dear painting, you’re a little b*tch. No wonder no one likes you. If only you weren’t so dirty and time-consuming…
Dear Dad, thank you for helping us move last weekend. You’re the best. Dad’s like you deserve a medal. A medal made out of whiskey.
Dear current job, tomorrow we shall part ways. I will miss all your beer, and I’ll miss all your people. Well, all your people except for one. I will not miss him. I wish him a lifetime of painting.
Dear future job, I’ll see you next Tuesday. Can you please be gentle? You scare the fack out of me.
Dear vitamins, where you at yo? I can’t seem to find you in any of our boxes and I’m worried about developing osteoporosis after all the painting. (there’s a correlation there, right?)
Dear feet, I think you smell today? But you shouldn’t because I showered and I’m wearing slightly new shoes. Let’s discuss.
Dear coworker, I’m sorry if you caught a glimpse of me smelling my feet.
Dear me, blog more.
Dear you, thanks for stopping by! xx