Dear Summer, despite your crazy humid temperatures, I kind of like you. Keep the cherries coming.
Dear crazy low-iodine diet I’m forced to be on for the next two weeks, I hate you.
Dear spammers filling up my blog e-mail inbox with e-mails titled awkward subjects like “Interest in Cooperation”, no I would not be honored to link back to your weird rhinestone/plastics/beanie babies overseas website “at absolutely no charge to me!” (Aren’t I a lucky girl?) Seriously, stop filling up my inbox. K, thanks.
Dear Bachelorette, can I have your Frye riding boots?
Dear Lexi, you cannot tackle the 738 projects you have lined up in your head. Take a chill pill.
Dear insanely organized daily system wall, please magically appear in my home. That would help.
Get the origins of these sweet little love notes, here.