Dear After-Dinner Belly: You sure seem cozy to Penny late in the evening, so I don’t even mind that you’re like twice your normal size.
Dear Penny: You are so snuggly and cute, and I’m so happy that KC and I got to adopt you from the Oakland shelter last year (omg, LAST YEAR!). We’d like to say you’re a lucky pup, but really we’re pretty darn lucky to have you be a part of our family.
Dear Winter Break: You’re the best. I haven’t felt this rested in for-e-ver. Making the transition back to 6am next week seems like it might be a little rough.
Dear Haircut: You instantly make me feel like I’m 1000x more put-together. I always feel like I look so greasy and disgusting whenever I need a haircut. It’s probably half mental (but also half true).
Dear January: You’re always kind of a depressing month. Let’s turn things around this year, hmm?
Dear Adult-Beverage Tolerance: I occasionally go through periods where I refuse to believe that you haven’t changed in 10 years, and really try to bully you into being something you’re not. You always win, and it’s the worst.
Dear 2014: Do you know where 2013 went? I’m kind of not remembering… Also, I’m aware that by saying things like this means that I’m totally getting old.
Dear Blog: I’m not sure what you’re going to turn into in the new year. Maybe I’ll stick with you, maybe I won’t. Who knows!
Dear Little Letters: I’m out of stuff to say, so I’m cutting you short.
Happy New Year!
Love, Chelsea