Letters...

Dear Glee,
   I don't deal well with hype and tend to avoid things that are super hyped just because.  I gave in, watched you once, and loved you.  I'm so happy you start again tonight.  I may DVR you and watch you on some random afternoon long after you've originally aired but I'll see you.  Every single one.

Respectfully,
Ashley

Dear owls and relish,
   I dream about one of you on an average of once a week.  What is up?  I mean, for reals.  It's annoying.  I've googled your meanings and haven't found anything.  Ugh.  I don't even like owls OR relish.

Take a hike,
Ashley

Dear Costco,
   Hi, there.  It's me.  Ashley.  I know you probably don't recognize me since I'm not crawling with children in this moment.  Usually I have a babe in the front carriage, one in the big part listening to an ipod and whining for me to find a different song, and another walking so close in front of the carriage that I run over his heels.  I just wanted to thank you for your ridiculous return policy.  Whether it's a gooey bubble machine that after a month just stopped working or a 5 gallon thing of olive oil that just kinda looked too cloudy to keep.  The fact that you take everything back is ridiculous.  And awesome.

Gratefully,
Ashley

Dear husband-of-mine,
   You work so hard.  I love you more than ever before.

Lovingly,
Ash

Dear Jesse James,
   I have loved you for years.  I even blogged about you a few months ago.  You are worthless and a disgrace of a man.  And that gross girl you were seeing?  OMG.  If Chris cheated on me with a girl who had a sentence tattooed on her forehead I would think he had lost his frickin' mind.  You had it all - Sandra Bullock and my love and admiration.  No you have neither.  Loser.

*Sticking tongue out at you*,
Ashley

Dear Starbucks,
   See you at 8:40am tomorrow.

Love,
Ashley