Little Letters

Little Letters...

Dear Duke, you are so good for taking care of the apartment and Bear when I'm traveling like a madwoman for work.  I swear I'll pitch in now that I'm home for a minute!

Dear American Airlines, I avoid you at all costs.  You have had multiple chances.  You know what you did.  I'm sticking to Delta and Southwest.

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Dear Lil Bub, not only are you the most adorable kitty (after my own), but you live in my hometown of Bloomington, Indiana.  Hoosier kitties rock!

Dear Preteen Girls from a Dance Group on my 6am Business Travel Flight, shrieking and playing every ringtone on your iPhone is not appropriate airplane behavior EVER.  I'm just trying to travel for my job, and I know you're excited, but I'd rather listen to a baby wail than the pick-a-little-talk-a-little-cheep-cheep-cheep you showered me with.

Dear Nashville Blogger friends (Kitty Cat Stevens, Old Red Boots, Lladybird, Librarian, & Janae), you made my day when you invited me to meet up.  Nay, you made my WEEK!  It's so hard to find and make friends in a new place, and finding lovely ladies who also love food, cats, and sewing felt like the best blind date ever. :)  Oh and OMG put some Kerfluffles in your mouth NOW!

Dear Sheryl Sandberg, I'm reading Lean In and loving it.  It's like you wrote it all just for me!  I know you didn't, but I'll pretend you did.

Dear Cally, I hope you're having a blast in kitty heaven... where there's no arthritis or pain, plenty of chicken and BBQ pulled pork to eat, and you have a comfy sofa in the sun to rest on while you wait for me to come get you! :)

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Dear Cally, I am so proud of you for gaining almost a pound, you skinny old cat!  Your new vet is amazing.  And your hair growing back post-shave into a funny cat mohawk makes me giggle.  Love you.

Dear Las Vegas, I had a blast! You were exhausting.  Full-on sensory overload, so I understand I need mucho time to recover.  And extra workouts to balance out all the good stuff I ate.

Dear Walking Dead, I'm finally caught up, and I've gotta say... your most recent episode was DULLSVILLE.  Seriously!  And if you ever kill off Daryl, I will quit you like I quit Dancing With the Stars over Bristol Palin making the finals.  For realz.

Dear generic delicatessen, it should be required that you offer tomato soup on rainy days.  Seriously.  I should have gone to Panera.  Grilled cheese and tomato soup are my rainy day outfit.  I mean meal.  Or maybe outfit, if I'm Lady Gaga.

Dear Biggest Loser, GO DANNI!  She's so positive and awesome.  Love her.  She needs to win or I might pitch a fit.  Pink is my favorite color this season!  And Jillian Michaels is my dream trainer.

Dear farm fresh eggs, you really do taste better.  You're awesome.  My morning is healthier and happier because of you.

Dear 28th Birthday, why you creepin' up on me so fast?!

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What a busy week!  I'm back again for another Little Letters linkup.

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Dear Jennifer Lawrence, you are hilarious and real.  I wasn't sure I liked you, but now I'm thinking you may join Emma Stone, Taylor Swift, and Mindy Kaling on my fantasy friendship list.

Dear Seth McFarlane, you were meh.  I thought you were wittier than that; guess you're no Trey Parker/Matt Stone.  My vote for next year's Oscar host? Amy Poehler+Tina Fey or Neil Patrick Harris.

Dear Constructive Criticism, I know that I need you to become better and develop myself.  But sometimes pointing out my imperfections makes me feel temporarily paralyzed with self doubt.  Temporarily being the important word... so ha!  I will take you and never hear of you again.

Dear Housekeeper, I know that I pay you for what you do, but THANK YOU.  You are the best thing I ever did for myself.  Not having to spend my free time cleaning bathrooms or vacuuming makes me so happy.  You do all my least favorite things.  You rock.

Dear Mom, I know sometimes I get annoyed by all the phone calls and text messages.  But I will never get tired of hearing you say (or text) that you're proud of me.  Totally makes my day.

Dear Las Vegas, I AM COMING.  SOON.  AND I AM SO READY.

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Life is made of little happinesses.  And today's post is a linkup with The Freckled Fox called Little Letters.

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.