{Friday's Letters}

Dear husband, thank you for getting up at 4:30 every morning to go to work then come home and help me around the house.  You're a freaking rock star.  Dear Brinkley, I love your morning snuggles more than anything.  Dear new neighbor, I find it extremely rude and beyond disgusting when I walk by your apartment and you drop a cigarette butt from up on your porch near where I am standing and then my dog puts it in his mouth.  Don't make me come over there.  Dear California, thank you for the cool mornings when it actually feels like fall around here.  Dear peanut butter chocolate trail mix, I have a love-hate relationship with you.  Dear Eva and Perry, you're my favorite little people in the world, but you already probably knew that.  Dear Malibu Wines, you did not disappoint last night while sitting outside at the vineyard watching Some Like It Hot.  Boy oh boy, what a last summer hoorah.