Dear eggs deep fried in chicken fat,
You tasted so much better than your mom.
Love,
Obesity and Diabetes

Dear Nabisco:

As boredom reigns, I boldly risk it:
Compose a poem to a Triscuit
Epiphany or whim capricious
What could have spawned this snack delicious?
No oracle could have this predicted:
Ambrosia that hath me addicted
Nor have I even once regretted
Indulging in thy wheat beshredded
I'd deem myself as rich as Croesus
If I could just have you and cheeses.

Ever,
-j.

Dear Car,

Thank you for taking me and my cute guitar teacher to his house. That was really cool. *high fives*.

Love,
Eva

Dear Nikki's Threads:

You are fun and great and I'm glad you're back. Also I just about misspelled three different words in that sentence despite the fact that none of them are longer than one syllable. Time for sleep.

Esteemedly,
-me.

Dear Bed,

You really know how to comfort me after a long day at work or when things are rotten. Some days I find myself daydreaming about coming home to jump onto your plush pillow top and curl up in the blankets. You're the best part about coming home from a vacation.

I'm glad I can always turn to you.

Forever Yours (or until your springs fail me),
Katie