Dear Hot Shower Every Morning:
You are my salvation.
Dear Meg:
I don't know not to tell you this, but you have a mullet.
Dear Eugene Drivers:
The speed limit is an expectation, not a suggestion. Ten miles below the speed limit is not acceptable.
Dear Contractors in Medford:
You suck.
Dear Elizabeth:
A boy sibling will not be any easier to get along with than a girl sibling, so stop asking for one.
Dear People that I Talked to About My House Being Painted Gray:
Just kidding, it's actually blue. I blame Sherwin-Williams.
Dear Fabric Across the Nation:
I'm coming for you. I have huge plans to utilize you.
To The Lady at the Estate Sale Who Had Great Taste:
Thank you for having not one, but two, Madeliene Brent books. You're my new favorite person, or would be if I had actually known you, and you were still around.
To My Toes:
Why are you always so cold?
Katie
Dear Katie--thank you for your letter series. They are short, sweet, and humorous. Happy Wednesday.
ReplyDeleteI have come to feel similarly about my showers----the day doesn't work if I don't get a hot shower to start. I veg ALL DAY LONG. I'm very sorry about your bricks--booooo to lame robbing contractors. wierd. Thanks for sharing your letters with us :)
ReplyDeleteDear Katie,
ReplyDelete1. I love your blog. A lot.
2. Your feet would never be cold if you would come live by me. Just saying...
3. Elizabeth should to a trial run with Lucas as a brother. I would loan him to you, FOR FREE EVEN. Should cure her of her current wish.
Lots of love,
Jen