Monday, again? I seemed to have spaced-out last Monday and forgot to write these letters with Megan. I think I was hungover on Christmas joy or something.
Dear Monday, Today marked the third Monday in a row that I have gotten to stay home instead of go to work. I have loved every minute of you. Perhaps a little too much.
Dear Brock, For the last several days you have been following me everywhere. Everywhere. I love you, but a lady needs a little privacy when using the bathroom.
Dear Naked House, You have been officially de-Christmassed. The tree is gone, decorations have been put away, and the lights are off the house. I am already looking forward to next year and basking in your glory.
Dear Bossypants, I have really enjoyed you. I think Tina Fey and I could be friends.
Dear Coffee-Date Friends, It was wonderfully lovely to catch up with you last week. It reminds me that there is a reason that you have stayed in my life after all these years. Hooray!
Dear Hubby, All I can say is that I love you to the moon. And around our block. Twice.