Dear Nashville weather, I cannot keep up with you. Warm and 60* on one day, freezing and 20* the next? If I don't check my phone for the forecast, I walk out dressed like a moron. Consistency, please!
Dear Moe's, your burrito bowls and chips & queso have me addicted. We may have to break up. We can't keep meeting like this.
Dear PBS, you need to air Downton Abbey with the same timing as the UK. Because I cannot hold in all these spoilers and feelings for three months at a time waiting for my fellow Americans to catch up with me! (And no, I will not stop watching it online with UK viewers.)
Dear Cally, thank you for being you. It was so hard losing little Barley last week, and your cold had me nervous you were very ill too. Working with the vet has made me confident we can make your golden years as comfortable as possible, smelly old cat.
Dear Goats Yelling Like Humans, thanks for the belly laughs. Please tell me you're real.
Dear Sally Hansen Beauty Supply, thanks for selling teeny tiny bottles of nail polish for 99cents. I suffer from being able to choose nail colors, sometimes ending up with nearly identical ones because I play it safe. You allow me to live dangerously.