Dear Salad, I'm sorry everyone gives you such a hard time. I'll be your friend.
Dear Green Pants, Thank you for making getting dressed more interesting.
Dear Bread Machine, I'm sorry I was ignoring you. I promise to do better.
Dear Donuts, Thank you for giving me the motivation I needed to plow through the yearly business paperwork. I'm forever in your debt.
Dear Chai, I love you. I really do. But we might have to break up. At least in the afternoons. I can't handle the caffeine. Clearly, I'm turning into my mother.
Dear Old Navy.com, You are a dangerous, dangerous place.
Dear Math, I'm sorry I badmouth you so much. But someone has to be the brunt of my blond moments. And it's sure not going to be me!