Dear Nappy, waking up at 8:21 am on Friday is fine. It's the barking me awake that isn't cool. The barking outside for 30 more minutes isn't very cool either. I don't think the neighbors appreciate it... #puppyprobs
Dear Magic Mike, thank you for your awkwardness, inappropriateness, and hot man-candy. You were a perfect Thursday night seester date with Sarah last night. And thank you for giving my mom something to do on the Fourth while I was swimming. I don't think I could have seen it with her.
Dear football season, I. Can't. Wait. TCU is
Dear 20-something's dance class tuesday night, you kicked my ass and I loved it. I danced for the first time in years? and it was amazing. I can't wait to dance more (and hopefully shed a few lbs I've gained since March-ish).
Dear seester, I know you're sad you're not going to be able to dance for a few months, but surgery is totes worth it. You're going to be able to dance without crying in pain every performance. You're going to be so glad you did it when you start dancing again. I promise.
Dear readers, my sister is having surgery early this afternoon. Please send up some prayers or good vibes or what-have-you for a successful first surgery (knee today, foot in a few weeks) and a speedy recovery. Thanks!
In addition to Friday's letters, I'm also linking up for Hollie's Follow Friday! Are you linking up with us?