{dear...}

dear autumn, i wish you lasted 9 months of the year. the other three months can be reserved for spring, summer, and winter.

dear graeters, if it ever comes down to this...i will give my right leg in exchange for the last pint of black raspberry chip ice cream at the grocery store.

dear facebook, i've been married for less than a month. you can knock it off with those baby ads already.

dear pontiac, please hold it together for at least another year. my bank account is mad enough at you already.

dear husband, {wow that word is fancy!} some nights i whip up super impressive meals...other nights we have string cheese, lucky charms, and roasted asparagus for dinner. thanks for still loving me.

dear thief in my apartment complex, i sincerely hope you're a 10-year-old boy who dreamed of having your own bike. you must have needed it more than me. please ask next time.

dear mom, hi!

dear socks, seriously...how do you lose your match from the washer to the dryer? they are less than two feet apart. it's called the buddy system.

dear nashville, we're coming! promise.