Dear Friday, love ya. Mwah!
Dear Pandora, I do not want to listen to Michael Buble. Ever.
Dear Room, what exploded? There are clothes everywhere.
Dear Groceries, you’re gone. Please come back…and bring the peanut butter.
Dear Blogland, I suck at replying to comments. It’s a character flaw.
Dear Camera, you’re collecting dust. Date this weekend?
Dear California, I think I might take our relationship to the next level; please let the DMV not suck.
Dear Car, take yourself to a gas station or stop with the low fuel light. Geesh.
Dear Salsa Lessons, thank you. Shannon was right.
Dear Roommate, you are beautiful to the core. I miss the carpool lane when you’re not here.
Dear Legs, better job this week. You look a mile long in those new pants. I think I’ll keep you.
Dear Brother, thank you for answering my questions about conductivity. I believe this makes us both nerds.
Dear self, you’re looking younger these days. Divorce suits you.