friday’s letters.

Dear Friday’s Letters, this is new to me but I already love it.  Dear WordPress, I heard you were better than blogger.  Guess we’ll see.  Dear Facebook, See ya.  I deleted you and twitter two days ago and I’ve never felt more free.  It was a nice 9 years.  Nine is my lucky number.  Maybe our breakup will reap a beautiful reward.  Dear Olive, you are not a good runner.  At all.  You pull like an ox, sniff the trails, the trees, and you attempt to sniff other dogs while we run.  I have had to run off the trail and through the woods so that I do not trip over you while attempting to greet new friends.  Yesterday, our leash-tug-of-war led to an achey pulled neck and shoulder muscle.  I’m sorry to say that you are the weakest link.  You are no longer part of the 5K runner team.  I will throw the ball and let you do your favorite thing of running circles in the backyard instead. Dear Becca, you move in today!  I’m excited to get to know you.  I know we are going to have so much fun living life together.  You may or may not have a welcome banner waiting for you.  Dear Mental Health and Research, I am counting down the days [14, thank you] until you are finished. Dear Nursing School, in six months, I will be done with you.  Each day that passes makes me happier. Dear Fall, I cannot wait until you get here.  You are my absolute very favorite season.  Dear Carter Finley Stadium, this is my first year of not sitting in your stands every single [or almost] game.  I die when I think about it.  Dear Football, welcome back.  I have missed you oh so much.