Dear New Neon Workout Shoes:  I don’t even care that you’re so bright and obnoxious that you’ll probably blind people on the street; I’m super into you.

Dear Trapezius Muscles:  Remember how you’ve been making my life a living hell for a solid week and a half now?  Not cool.  Calm the F down, please.

Dear Ice Pack and Heating Pad:  Thank God for you.

Dear KC:  Remember when I woke up in the middle of the night in horrendous pain and couldn’t move, and you zipped all around the house grabbing every helpful thing imaginable?  And then worked from home the next day so you could take me to the doctor?  I love you.

Dear September:  I’m still surprised that you’re here already.  And I’m sooo excited for Oct. 1 (which, in my mind, is the official start of the holiday season.)

Dear Halloween:  You are rapidly approaching, and I can’t wait!  Now to figure out a costume for this year…

Dear Penny:  Would you like to be a bumblebee again, or should we get you a new costume this year?

Dear Seuss:  I hope that trip to the vet this week does the trick.  You sure are high maintenance (and luckily, also cute).

Dear Wunder Unders:  I know I need to get you hemmed.  Uggghhhh so much work.

Dear Weekend:  I’m so looking forward to you.  I can’t wait to go walking with KC and Penny (to Blue Bottle, hello) and veg out to the extreme in the evening!  Oh yeah, and sleep — since my neck sure has made that difficult this week.

Love, Chelsea