For some time now, I’ve posted a “Friday Link Love” where I tried, mostly in vain, to narrow down to just a few clicks, my favorite links, recipes, fashion, and inspiration from the week. But the internet is vast, the inspiration is endless, and because I’m hopelessly Type-A I always struggled with the idea that maybe what I was offering up wasn’t the best of the best, or maybe not everyone wants to bake every friggin’ weekend. And then the real truth hit. The Google Analytics truth, that is. My readers, you, just weren’t as jazzed about the internet smatterings each week, because you can Google and navigate Pinterest and Twitter and so on. Duh. After smacking palm to face, I realized, it’s time to get more personal.
So I’ll give you a few weeks of this new series … if I’m boring you to tears or totally freaking you out, leave a comment, yell at me. Type in ALL CAPS in the comment section, “Lexi, you’re nuts!” Point well taken.
A few little love notes in no particular order…
Dear week, I hate you. I embraced (err, cursed) the two Mondays, sandwiching a sorry excuse for a one-day weekend and still couldn’t get nearly enough done – with the exception of beer-drinking and cookie baking and an awkward feeling that Monday came too soon.
Dear husband, thank you for always smelling so good. Thank you for not being one of those boys who stinks, proverbially and literally.
Dear Bachelorette, please choose Jef (even though he spells his name wrong, I like his hair. A lot.)
Dear inexplicable packages that show up at my door, stop arriving, you’re getting me in trouble with my husband who smells so good. I did not order you. Okay, I did. I definitely did. But stop.
Dear readers, you’re the best. Why not win yourself a set of mid-knuckle rings?
Image via “Confessions of a Shopaholic” // found on: Hot Off the Runway // © Touchstone Pictures and Jerry Bruckheimer, Inc.