Dear Daniel Tiger, You are no Mr. Rogers. Your song tricks me on occasion into thinking I am going to see an old school Mr. Rogers. Never happens.
Dear Instagram, Sponsored posts? What?? I must have missed that announcement.
Dear Boys, Please be good in the car on the way up north tomorrow. I’m specifically talking to you WB. PLEASE be good.
Dear Target, Can you please restock my Sabra Hummus with Pretzels snack packs? I haven’t been able to find them in ages and it’s making me sad.
Dear Pumpkins, We are going to carve you this weekend, I swear. Don’t think we forgot about you because we didn’t.
Dear Up-North, It appears you are going to be quite chilly this weekend. I need to dig for some serious winter stuff for the boys because I KNOW L is still going to want to fish!
Dear Word Verification, I loathe you. I can never read your crazy fonts and end up trying like 10x before I get it right. Whatever computer that dreams those up must be crazy.
Dear Me, When exactly is the last time you washed whites? You might want to get on that. Or buy the kids more socks. Either or.
Dear B, Well, I will say that you (still) look good in that uniform.
Dear Vacation, I need to plan another one of you soon. Yeah, yeah, I know I just got back from one. But I always like to have one of you on the horizon. Even if it’s not for years.