Dear Wtich Fingers – Wow.  You are the best tasting grapes I’ve ever eaten!

Dear Summer – We’re glad you’re here with your barbecue evenings, flip-flops and sandals, and general relaxed attitude.  Let’s take it easy with the searing temperatures this year, okay?

Dear Hair – Welcome Back!  My scalp is grateful for the built-in sun protection, and I’m delighted that you appear to be just as curly as when you went missing.  Thank you, too, for the new and lovely “platinum blonde” highlights.

Dear TxDOT – Are you purposefully trying to confuse us? If so, you’re doing a Great Job!

Drive Carefully.  Keep the Faith.

Dear Children – You do not need my permission to start the dishwasher every evening. You’ve already scraped, rinsed and loaded the dirty plates, used cups, and sticky ice-cream bowls.  You even put the soap in the dispenser.  All you need to do is push that little button on the left and close the dishwasher door, and I’ll have a clean coffee cup and lunch container in the morning!

Dear Summer – We’re glad you’re here with your barbecue evenings, flip-flops and sandals, and general relaxed attitude.  Let’s take it easy with the searing temperatures this year, okay?

Dear Baby Deer Who Were Lounging In My Front Yard This Morning – Dang, you two are SO CUTE with your little spots and big brown eyes!  Too bad you grow up into yard eating, garden ravaging, overgrown tree chomping beasts.  I wouldn’t get too comfy in my yard…the dogs can jump that fence. Besides, Ms. Lara across the way has tastier plants.

Keep the Faith.

Dear Chemo – You’ve been a blast,  but I am SO GLAD to see your backside as you Leave the Building!!   Say hi to Elvis for me!

Dear Favorite Pair of Wedge Shoes – I’m talking to you, Left Shoe.  Why have you left me in a lurch?  Seriously – just because you’re umpteen years old is NO REASON to suddenly decide to come unglued at the sole.  Especially because I wanted to wear you today.

Dear Louise – Thank you for the warning about the post-chemo crazy mood swings, and I wasn’t entirely kidding when I said that I would send my boys to stay with you (and other Friends!) for a few weeks.  It’s for their own sanity and safety, you know.  As a bonus for you and other volunteers, they’re good workers and know how to turn compost, build garden beds and use tools.

Dear Hair – Grow fast.  FAST, I tell you!

Keep the Faith.