Dear Avocado Toast: If there’s any snack more delicious than you, I haven’t found it yet.

Dear February: You’re still all kinds of depressing.  Way to go.

Dear Rain: Come baaaaaack!

Dear KC: I hope your schedule is a little better after February, like you’re hoping.  This whole not seeing you ever thing is kind of the worst.

Dear Decaf Coffee: Oddly enough, you’re just as wonderful as regular, and now I don’t get those awful, awful headaches anymore.  Although, I’m always a little worried that everyone is going to think I’m pregnant when I hang out with you.  (Note: I’M NOT, but everyone else is.)

Dear CSA Box: Apparently the winter months make you pretty depressing as well.  I’m not sure what to do with 1,000 pounds of butternut squash, cabbage, tatsoi and collared greens.

Dear Vitamins: I have been taking you religiously, but I don’t actually believe you really do anything.  Should we continue our relationship?

Dear Sleep: I can’t get enough of you lately.  I’m going to chalk it up to this stupid time of year where I just want to fall asleep and not wake up until April.

Dear Target Fraud: My credit card is getting replaced now, which means I have to re-link everything that’s connected to it (which is like, EVERYTHING).  How annoying.

Dear Fastrack, Clipper, Insurance Policies, etc: Um, what’s my password?

Love, Chelsea