Slowly weaning myself off of you has been, surprisingly, not the most terrible experience of my life. Who knew?
Dear Financial Crisis,
You suck. Keep your filthy paws off my family.
I'm so glad that you liked (or were able to fake appreciation for) your Christmas present. You are more fabulous than you know.
Please stop itching.
Warmish and drizzly is better than cold and drizzly. Keep it up.