Dear Fall: You are amazing.  I wish spring and summer were as awesome as you.

Dear Champagne in the fridge: Stop staring at me every night when I go into the fridge to make dinner.  Mid-week hangovers are not on my agenda.

Dear BART:  You are the worst.

Dear Government:  Actually, you are the worst.

Dear Egyptian Cotton Sheets:  You are the best.  I wish we could spend more time together.

Dear Right Shoulder: I’m not sure what I did to make you so mad, but I’m sorry?  Let’s make-up over a heating pad?

Dear Honeycrisp Apples: You make all other apples seem terrible by comparison, but I do wish you weren’t so expensive.

Dear Winter Knits: I can’t wait to wear you (soon!)

Dear Lululemon Pants: Can’t you hem yourself?  I wish.  (But, it’s been over a year that I’ve had you all, so I guess it’s time for me to get on that…)

Dear KC: How about a bike ride this weekend?  And I might not even have to get off my bike and walk it up the hill this time.  (But, actually, I probably will.)

Dear Legs: You can do it!

Dear Penny:  Would you like to ride in my bike basket?

Love, Chelsea