Dear every black car in Atlanta....I apologize that I will most likely try to get into you at least one point this year. It's not breaking and entering. It's called not knowing your vehicle. Dear Book Club....I really did try this time. I actually bought the book and that counts for something...right? Unfortunately I will be the girl at book club that has read about 3 of the 97 chapters...again #bookclubfail Dear Atlanta....I don't know why I never quite take your "severe winter" warnings seriously but after completely freezing all day yesterday, I will be sporting the ever-professional puffer vest to work today. Dear the Christmas Section at the Target...Every year, man. Every year you suck me in. There are few things I love better than strolling the aisles stocked with ornaments and stockings. I am 100 years old.
Dear Readers...Any fun plans this weekend?!
Friday's Letters concepted by Ashley Slater