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