It's been a minute since I've participated in Friday Letters but here we go, yo.
Dear Justice, Why do you make my 6 year old yearn for your clothing? It's not cute. Or cheap, really. Yet it looks cheap. And washes like crap. So stop with your sequins and peace signs. I wanna go back to Gap. Or anywhere, really.
Dear Self, Put down the phone and go to bed. Stop playing Candy Crush and making lists. Get some sleep.
Dear Almost 3 Year Old, Dang. You are a pistol right now... but dang, I love you. Why do you insist on correcting my every move? And why do you ask me questions that I don't know the answer to? I'm scared for our future.
Dear Favorite Bobbi Brown Lip Gloss, Where did you go?? You were a full, brand new tube just sitting in my lipgloss pouch in my bag. You literally disappeared into thin air. I almost called 911 when I realized this.
Dear Husband, Thanks for never being annoyed with me and always asking "how can I help?" when things get chaotic up in here. You're quite possibly nicer than me. (wink :) Actually, you kinda are.
Dear Trader Joe's, I'm still borderline mad at you. Where are the baked sugar snap peas?
Dear Casino, I see your seductive mailings. Don't you worry, I'm planning a trip back real soon.
Dear Running Friends, I love you. For real. LYLAS.