Dear whoever is reading this:

Lets jump right into it, shall we?
Dear Fly or whatever insect that is dumb enough to keep flying into the window located right by my face, You are the WORST.  Thanks for making me want to throw a chair through the window.
Dear Gwen Stefani and No Doubt,  Stop trying to make the 90s happen. They're not going to happen.

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Dear Kenny Chesney, Put your hat back on. 

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Dear Vegas, Miss me yet?

Dear John, You're my favorite. There, I said it.
Dear Readers, Ya'll are the best! Sorry if I haven't gotten back to a comment you left, but know that I read every single one and get overly so excited when I see a new email from one of ya'll pop up on my phone! 
Dear Diet/ New Lifestyle, You did me right leading up to Vegas.  Thanks for helping me lose 10lbs and lots of inches. Now, I most definitely may have fallen off the diet-train this past week because who wants to diet while they're on vacation and in my mind, I'm still on/recovering from vacation. Monday we will be reunited. And it will feel so good. 
Dear Weekend, I see a lot of fun, friends, and food (I heart alliteration) in our future. Don't disappoint!