Dear Butter: I miss you already.
Dear Brother: I am so
proud of you and the restaurant you run.
I can’t wait to make it out to Charlotte to see it for myself!
Dear Free People London Edition:
You have given me a new direction for my wardrobe and style. I can’t wait to look slightly disheveled with
a red lip and tiger sweater.
Dear Election Year:
So we meet again. You bring out
the best in people. And by best I mean
absolute worst. There is a reason we all
go into a tiny little booth to mark a ballot.
Let’s keep our overly pompous opinionated rants in that booth. K?
Dear Taylor Swift: We
are never getting back together… like ever.
Please go away already.
![]() |
adventures of newlyweds! |