Dear work, you were pretty hard on me last week. I hope you cool your jets this week, for literal crying out loud.
Dear bachelorette party, you were so much fun on Saturday. But apparently wearing a slip under my dress and going home at 7:30 makes me old? I guess I’m cool with that.
Dear driver in the red car this morning, I’m sorry for accidentally flashing you my upper thigh on the street earlier. I don’t know when I’ll learn my lesson that skirts + biking don’t mix.
Dear kale, get out of my teeth gap. I felt you settle in there 30 mins ago and you’ve now overstayed your welcome. Work with me here.
Dear new gym, we’re thinking of trying you out tonight. Although the thought is nauseating, since I haven’t hung out with the likes of you in months…
Dear Minneapolis, I miss you.
Dear parents, I love you but don’t get your hopes up after that last one.
Dear wine, is it appropriate to drink you after the gym tonight? Let’s discuss.
Dear bug bite on my cheek that I thought was a zit, I’m really sorry that I messed with you yesterday. I made an assumption about you and that was wrong of me. I can see that you’re getting back at me now by tripling in size and itchiness. Thanks for that.
Dear kale again, we did it!
Dear work elevator, this was highly appropriate today:
Dear blog readers, hello I love you goodbye.
that's me in the middle 