Dear Seuss:  You’re so fancy and such a model.

Dear Week:  Are you over yet?  I’m tired.

Dear Mid-Week Drinking:  You were a bad choice.

Dear Naps:  It would be cool if we could meet up again.  Like, soon.

Dear People on BART who block a seat next to them on a crowded train/people who block the left side of the escalator and won’t move:  If you’re wondering if everyone thinks you’re an asshole, let me solve that mystery for you — WE DO.

Dear Parking Spot at Macarthur:  Yessssssss!!!  What a score.

Dear Bagels:  Why do you have to be so incredibly delicious?  Or, if you’re going to be mind-numbingly awesome, maybe you could be a little bit healthier?  Just a thought.

Dear CSA Box:  1000 pounds of beets and more purple cabbage?  I don’t know what to do with any of it.

Dear Fish Tacos:  Looks like you might be making an appearance at dinner time soon…

Dear Goat Cheese:  Get ready to dress up some beets, ASAP.

Love, Chelsea