Dear Husband: Thank you for washing my car this week. After that flock of birds turned it into a rest stop, it was a little gross. I suppose I could have washed it myself weeks ago, but that's not really the point. The point is you washed my car. You are my hero. I love you.
Dear Adele: Your 'Rumor Has It' song has me dancing in my chair at work. Not the be confused with an actual chair dance. This is more like jamming in your car but in your computer chair instead. The trick is to make sure I stop before someone comes by and notices.
Dear Jane By Design: Can you make season 1 on Blu-Ray? I realize I'm *slightly* older than your target audience, but forgive me for wanting high picture quality while staring at all the pretty clothes.
Dear $1.97 Old Navy Shirt: I would have paid $5 for you. You rock, as is evidenced by this post's picture.
Dear Laundry: Please wash yourself. I know you've heard this before. In fact, I know your cohorts frequently receive this letter from other bloggers. What's that you say? You don't want to wash yourself? Listen here bub, if you don't wash yourself, and while we are at it fold and put yourself away, you will never see the light of day (aka be worn) again. Kapeesh?
Dear New Friends: Thank you so much for coming to visit me each day. I am always so excited to read your comments and see your new faces show up in my friends list. Thank you for all the love!
Linking up with Adventures of Newlyweds today!