Friday Letters

Dear Work Family, Thank you for being the bomb. I love all of you, even though you drive me absolutely batty sometimes when you get lazy and don't think. You have made this past year on my own in a new city, in my first big girl job so much better than I could have ever imagined. I can't wait to celebrate it up next with with you all next week. Dear Whatever sickness you are, I don't know if you are my sinuses getting the best of me or a stupid head cold, but whatever you are. I hate you. I believe it is time for us to go our separate ways. Please? Dear Atlanta Drivers, Drive or DIE! Traffic would keep moving smoothly if you would not tap your breaks whenever you get within 500 feet of the car in front of you and if you changed lanes before you exit, and not at it. Dear Next Week, I can't wait to see you. We are going to have such a fun filled week and weekend. I swear, we are going to be besties. Dear Boyfriend, I love you, and I have loved having you around while it lasted. This break between seasons has been well overdue. I know baseball is very time consuming, and you have fun doing it, but please don't forget that I am still here. You orphaned puppy and you widowed girlfriend will miss you while you are off rekindling your bro-mances. Dear Vampire Diaries and Scandal writers, Holy episodes last night. I did not see those curve balls coming in last nights episodes! I failed a gladiator in a suit; I mean, Billy Chambers? You guys really shouldn't leave next weeks finales on a horrible cliff hanger. It's really heartless and mean to leave us high and dry for so long until the next season comes back. Dear Hobby Lobby, I have a feeling I am going to be paying you a very well overdue visit. I only ask that you do not let me get carried away with myself. I have been in crafting remission for quite some time and I feel that I may not have all my urges under control just yet. Heck, I probably shouldn't have even be released from Pinterest rehab yet. I just want a little entertainment, but I don't want to buy 807 bottles of paint, 35 rolls of ribbon, 2 hot glue guns, or a huge clay cowboy boot. Dear Bed, I cannot wait to reunite with you tonight and have an extended stay beneath your comfy, cool sheets. I promise we'll spend all of tomorrow morning together. I know, I know, I miss you too.