Little Letters

Little Letters

Alsatian Christmas MarketPhoto of an Alsatian Christmas market, taken on mine and KC’s trip to Europe last year

Dear Europe: It’s super depressing that I’m not coming to visit you this year (like I did last year).  Let’s remedy this situation by next Spring, yes?

Dear MAC: Your retro matte lipstick is making my life and ruining my bank account.  Please stop (but don’t really stop).

Dear Weather: It seems like you’ve decided that it’s time to be almost winter.  I’m excited.

Dear Fireplace: Get your a** in gear because we’re about to be besties.

Dear Shoulders: Seriously, still with the hurting?  What, my remedy of not taking Advil and doing lots of pushups isn’t doing it for you?

Dear BART: Any amicable relationship we had has been severed.  You’re officially on my sh** list.

Dear KC: Remember when you cleaned all the floors and then agreed to get a housecleaner?  I love you.

Dear eBay: We’re newly acquainted (I’m only, what, 12 years behind?), but I’m kind of into you.  You make me want to sell all the things.

Dear Thanksgiving: You make me nervous because I’ve never cooked a turkey.

Dear Wine: Thank God you exist (see above ↑).

Dear Mom and Alexis: Thank God you exist.  See you both at 9am on Thanksgiving?

Dear Imaginary Blog Readers: In going through some photos on my phone, I actually found a picture of myself in no makeup, glasses, Christmas PJ pants and Mickey Mouse sweatshirt.  I almost posted it.

Love, Chelsea