Dear Starbucks:  Really, Chelea and Meri from Chelsea and Marie?  Ooookkkk…

Dear Foot:  Remember when I dropped a giant piece of wood on top of you earlier this week?  That sucked.

Dear Breakfast Burritos:  I’m making you tonight.  It’s gonna be so delicious.

Dear Falafel:  You’re on deck!  (With baba ghanouj, of course.)

Dear Labor Day:  I’m excited that you’re coming up.  Mostly because it’s a whole extra day that I get to sleep in.

Dear Downstairs Ceiling:  Rumor has it we’re finally going to paint you this weekend.  Maybe I’ll even get my act together and take some pictures of the new floor we laid 100 years ago too.

Dear Laundry:  Remember how I did 13 (yes, THIRTEEN) loads of you last weekend?  Ugh, the worst.  Thank goodness that’s over.

Dear Camping:  You’re kind of fun, but my back sucks and doesn’t agree with the whole “camping chair/sleeping on the ground” thing.  I’m old.

Dear Fall:  I’ve seen little glimpses of you this week — cold mornings, drizzly, gray evenings.  I’m not even mad about it a little.

Dear Closet:  I cleaned you out, but somehow still feel like I have nothing but a bunch of crap to wear.  Is it you or me?  It’s probably me.

Love, Chelsea