Dear Puppy Bowl: You were the best part of Superbowl Sunday.  Penny could not get enough!  (And neither could I.)

Dear Trashy, Made-Up Superbowl Cheesy Bean Dip: Um, you were so delicious.  And so, so trashy.

Dear Self: What the heck is up with being so incredibly tired this week?  I’m over it.  Get it together already.

Dear Yoga Studio in Oakland: Even though you’re still too zen for me, I bit the bullet and bought a pack of classes.  Here’s to less stress and better hip mobility in the new year.  (I’m totally 100 years old with that comment.)

Dear Rain: I’m so glad you’re back!  I hope you overstay your welcome (to the point where everyone is miserable and complaining about you on social media).

Dear Natural Deodorant: You definitely make me smell…different.  But so far, so good.

Dear KC: First natural shampoo and conditioner, and now natural deodorant?  Yeah, sorry.

Dear Purple Cabbage from the CSA box: I don’t know what to do with you.  Purple coleslaw sounds gross.

Dear Bank Account: Paying off December bills = intense financial anxiety.  The worst.

Dear Lottery: Let’s plan to meet up soon.  Just a “small” jackpot though — like, $250K after tax.

Love, Chelsea