Dear...

Dear Southern California,

You’re the keeper of the most desirable sunshine in all the land. I’d appreciate it if you could shine a little less over my windows at work. We both know I desire to be on the other side of the glass so stop the teasing me already! I need to make money for all my future sun dresses, pool parties, and time lounging/running around with friends. Wait…that last sentence sounded a lot like yesterday….

Dear Yesterday,

Thanks for giving me a taste of my coming summer. Will it be one for the record books? Oh and Thanks for the tan, sausage and pepper pizza, champagne, sweet fruit, laughter, and a cute boy who made me dinner. Yesterday you spoiled me!

Dear Gym,

Stop making me feel like I’m 70 years old and in need of a lung/heart/knee/hip (Am I being dramatic enough?) transplant/replacement. You’re a vital component in operation skinny bride. The sooner we see eye to eye the better.

Dear Passport,

I have big plans for you and me! In the next 11 months how about we visit Canada, the Bahamas, and a take a Mediterranean Cruise?

Dear Matt,

Thanks for being the bee’s knees!

The END!