Dear Chicago...You officially have the hardest water ever....or a flour plant exploded in your water pipes. Dear my hotel....You mystify me. No TV but a toilet telephone. If anyone has ever made a legitimate call from a toilet telly, I am totally judging you. Dear Working From Home...You are one of my favorite things. Not only do I get more work done than I do in the office, I also get laundry and a second workout in. Dear Working From Home Day 2...You are highly unproductive. Mama needs some human interaction. Dear LuLulemon...I know I was hating on you the other day for your overpriced used eBay workout clothes....but your workout bottoms....they do a booty good. Dear a Real Tan...You are 21 days away. Miami, Vegas, Oh my! Dear Sweet Sixteen Donuts....You were replaced with berries this week (see above note for why we can no longer be friends). I'll see you in September-ish dear friend....all 16 of you. Dear Counting Stars...I'm coming to terms with the fact that you are the only song on the radio, ever. Dear Lindsay...you get married tomorrow and I'm so excited for you!
Friday...we've been waiting!
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