Dear week, where did you even go?! I don't even know where the last few days have gone. Dear blog, I'm sorry that I forgot about you all week. Like I said, this week definitely got away from me. Dear husband, you take shopping even more seriously than I do. Our 4-hour excursion to obtain some interview digs last night was almost the end of me. Good thing I love you. Dear skin, let's stop getting rashes simply from being in the sun for five minutes, okay? It's weird. Dear whole wheat pasta, we have a love/hate relationship. I don't think I will order you from restaurants anymore. No offense. We can still be together when I make you at home. Dear bachelor Jef, how about you stop being so adorable? Dear grocery store workers, you can officially stop glaring at me now! I have finally remembered to bring my reusable bags into the store twice in a row. I'm on a roll (knock on wood).
H A P P Y W E E K E N D