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Dear Me, What a brilliant idea to stay up until past 3am “organizing” last night. You won’t be too tired today or anything. On the bright side, things are looking good.
Dear Someone, But I’m Not Sure Who, Can you come change the lightbulb in the street light outside my house? It’s kind of dark out there and night and I don’t like it.
Dear Fireworks Lovers, What better time to light off fireworks than after 10pm on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday nights? Don’t worry, no one is trying to sleep as you light off M-80’s outside. I can only imagine the fun you’ll have this weekend. I’m getting earplugs to be ready for it.
Dear L, You are the best. Thank you for being so sweet to your little brother yesterday and the fountains at the mall. You didn’t complain once and happily held his hand and made sure he didn’t stick his face where the water shoots out from. You earned that McFlurry!
Dear Anyone That Might Come Over, I have no explanation as to why we have Easter hand towels in the bathroom right now. Actually, I do. It’s because I don’t have any non-holiday hand towels for that bathroom and I have no 4th of July ones. I don’t know what we did about this issue last summer, but I was super stressed about it last night.
Dear B, Oh, so not only have you decided to run a marathon, you have also decided that it will be a sub-3:30 marathon? Okay. I did like your reasoning that if Oprah could run a marathon in under 4 hours, you certainly could do it in under 3 and a half hours. I really couldn’t argue with that.
Dear ThredUP, I see that you have received my bag. Let’s get to the processing because I am dying to know what my payout is going to be!
Dear WB, You may be a tad late to the walking party, but you sure are having a good time now that you are here. You are crazy! Also, I’m so proud of you for keeping your shoes on for 20 minutes straight yesterday. It’s a start.
Dear Clean Eating, You’re tolerable, but I don’t love you. Not like I love chocolate and ice-cream and McDonalds fries anyway.
