Dear After-Dinner Belly: You sure seem cozy to Penny late in the evening, so I don’t even mind that you’re like twice your normal size.

Dear Penny: You are so snuggly and cute, and I’m so happy that KC and I got to adopt you from the Oakland shelter last year (omg, LAST YEAR!).  We’d like to say you’re a lucky pup, but really we’re pretty darn lucky to have you be a part of our family.

Dear Winter Break: You’re the best.  I haven’t felt this rested in for-e-ver.  Making the transition back to 6am next week seems like it might be a little rough.

Dear Haircut: You instantly make me feel like I’m 1000x more put-together.  I always feel like I look so greasy and disgusting whenever I need a haircut.  It’s probably half mental (but also half true).

Dear January: You’re always kind of a depressing month.  Let’s turn things around this year, hmm?

Dear Adult-Beverage Tolerance: I occasionally go through periods where I refuse to believe that you haven’t changed in 10 years, and really try to bully you into being something you’re not.  You always win, and it’s the worst.

Dear 2014: Do you know where 2013 went?  I’m kind of not remembering…  Also, I’m aware that by saying things like this means that I’m totally getting old.

Dear Blog: I’m not sure what you’re going to turn into in the new year.  Maybe I’ll stick with you, maybe I won’t.  Who knows!

Dear Little Letters: I’m out of stuff to say, so I’m cutting you short.

Happy New Year!

Love, Chelsea