Dear Cold that I am not participating in.....you are kind of kicking my butt. But I'm still refusing to acknowledge you. I may be swallowing horse-size gel caps from a box that says "cold and flu" on it, eating an abnormal amount of soup for this time of year and sleeping with my mouth completely open purely for air flow reasons.....but, no, no I am not sick. Dear work...aren't you supposed to slow down or something around this time of year? Why are you so busy?! Dear vegetables....I'm really trying to have a relationship with you but the strawberries and cookies are such better friends than you. Dear Bill Rancic....You are a dreamboat in every way. I want to clone you. And then marry the crap out of you. And then put fur hats on our babies. Dear 2013 "resolutions"...I'm cheating and already starting you. I like to be ahead of the game. Dear Italian....I know I've only made it through 5 lessons, but I WILL learn the rest of you (refer to previous letter <----). Because right now basically knowing how to say "I'm Italian" and "I understand Italian" in Italian might be a tad misleading. Dear Any TV Show that is a singing competition...I will watch you. It's basically my life dream for Simon Cowell to find me, slap with me 5 other randoms, give us a cool name and let me wear bows on my head the size of a mini pony while we sing Taylor Swift covers. Dear blog people....Christmas is in 4 days! How the heck did that happen? To say I'm prepared would basically be like saying I'd be fine if you dropped me in the middle of the Amalfi Coast by myself....or who are we kidding, I'd be totally fine.
Merry Almost Christmas Muffins!