The Hopewell House

Dear D, A mustache really? Remember the last time you shaved a mustache and I absolutely hated it? Yeah, I still don't like it. It makes you look like a creeper {Sorry I can't say that. You insisted this morning that I couldn't say that today because you haven't done anything creepy so far, like offer me candy or take me on a ride in your white van.}

Dear Throbbing Head, I'm sorry I've taken caffeine away from you and have forced you to go into withdrawal mode. I'm also sorry too that I enticed you with a Venti ice coffee the other day as you were trying so hard to quit and then refused to give you an adequate amount of caffeine the next day. Yes, yes I am a jerk.

Dear Starbucks Friends, Thank you for keeping me accountable when I came through your drive-thru yesterday and you talked me out a fully caffeinated drink because you read my blog and you remembered reading that I had said I was trying to quit.

 This Ladies & Gentlemen is one of the many reasons why I love Starbucks.

Dear Girl Who Got Into My Car Last Week, I'm so sorry for the awkward moment you had to go through as I came outside and you were sheepishly getting out of my car. Yes, you are right, that was in fact not your dad's car and no, you are right again in the fact that he probably doesn't wear high heels. Thank you for giving me a good laugh though on a stressful day!

Dear Readers, I just want to give a quick shout out to you all. You guys are the bomb. Really, you are! It's nice to know that other people actually like to read my daily little blurbs. I love blogging and I love you guys!