What happens when you decide you want to write 365 pieces of snail mail in a year? You start writing letters to everyone/everything. Even the dishwasher. So every other Wednesday I'll be sharing some of the letters that don't make the final cut to the post office.
Dear dishwasher, why did you decide to kill my butter dish? My pretty green Tupperware butter dish. If I didn't hate handwashing so much, I would quit you.
Dear readers, sometimes I will post first thing in the morning. Sometimes you'll hear from me in the afternoon. That's cool, right?
Dear Clay, I love you, but the 4am wake up calls have got to stop. Please.
Dear downstairs neighbors, I really appreciate that you keep your heat cranked up. As a result my heat has probably only kicked on a handful of times this winter. Yesss!
Dear body, I feel as though you've become accustomed to large amounts of dark chocolate. Well, we're detoxing. Starting tomorrow...
Dear bubble bath, I love you. The end.
Dear cute coach at the aquatic center, you're kinda cute, you don't wear Holister or American Eagle, and I don't see a wedding ring. Oh, and you're a Steelers fan (you complimented my cup ages ago). When are you taking me out?
Dear Facebook, I know you're probably wondering where I've been. I just can't deal with you anymore.
Dear Ikea, you are awesome and your food is delicious. It's probably a good thing you're thirty minutes away.
Share a letter you want to write this week!