Dear Peonies:  You are amazing.  I wish you didn’t die so quickly.

Dear Ponies (which I accidentally just typed while trying to spell “peonies”):  No, not you.

Dear New (free) Chairs:  I’m simultaneously really excited and totally dreading transforming you into awesome outdoor furniture.  Like all other DIY projects, I’ll probably put it off for a long time and then whine at KC until he agrees to help me.  #marriage

Dear Cooking:  I know we haven’t been meeting up lately.  Let’s try to rekindle our relationship, shall we?

Dear Scale:  We’re in a fight.  We might have to break up soon.

Dear Bar Method:  Thanks for being a nice constant through the past 6+ years.  It’s pretty nice that you’re there for me whether things are good/bad/great/awful.

Dear Blog:  You and I may continue to be on and off for awhile.  I’m feeling unmotivated and not like writing positive posts if I’m not really feeling that way.

Dear Phone:  Remember when you used to be just about talking to people… on the phone?  Sometimes I can’t even remember the last time I used my phone to actually speak to someone on the phone.  It’s all text/tweet/Instagram/check the BART schedule/do anything aside from actually talk on the phone.  (But not really tweet, since all my Twitter is is a repost of other social media…)  So 2014.

Dear Facebook Invites:  Can we not make this a thing?  If you want to invite me to something, could you email, text, call, or (OMG) send me a physical invitation?  Yes, I am high-maintenance and totally being a brat about this, but really.  (And how about we just use Facebook for what it’s intended for — people-stalking, backing up photos, pithy status updates, and getting people’s numbers when you drop your phone in a pool.)

Dear Life:  I’m a little bit annoyed by most things these days and considering becoming a social recluse.  Thank goodness KC’s around to make sure I don’t go all Grey Gardens.

Love, Chelsea