Letters and a Post Script

"I wrote my second book... now if I could only finish my first."

After hearing myself utter those very words just several days ago, it dawned on me that my priorities are a little out of order as of late. I have exuded so much energy trying to make others happy that I almost forgot about myself. Yikes!

Luckily, not everyone has forgotten about me. And if you don't know it yet, one of my favorite things to do is write thank you notes! So below is the deserved credit bestowed upon those who are responsible for the smile on my face lately.


Dear Pinkberry,

Thank you for finally opening a mere 5 blocks away from my humble abode. I can already see my petty cash quickly depleting.

I'll be back,
TAG


Dear Job,

Thank you for strategically placing my desk next to the room where they cast models for a high fashion magazine. I have seen far too many foreign leggy creatures saunter by my office space. I now consume five less cookies a day.

Viva la Size 2,
TAG



Dear A,

Thank you for writing this.

Yes, I'm still laughing,
TAG


Dear Mom and Dad,

Never mind. You deserve an entire separate post. And I promise to write you one soon. But real quick, thanks for dinner last night! Rare was delish.

Love you both,
TAG


Dear Lunch Belle,

Thank you for saving my lunch today! You are my favorite Southern Sister in NYC and my go-to for all things food.

G.R.I.T.S. are the best (and check out her site!),
TAG


Dear Sex and the City movie,

Thank you. You were absolutely perfect. I wouldn't change a thing.

Still crying a little,
TAG


Dear Fabulous Bloggers,

You know who you are! We may not have all met in real life yet, but I love your words and hope you are enjoying my blog half as much as I'm enjoying all of yours. Keep up the good work!

And keep reading,
TAG


And... because you are not deserving of another letter yet...

P.S. J. Crew, you have let me down yet again. After all that complaining about your shipping costs, you have the audacity to mail me a boring grown-up headband instead of the whimsical crewcuts hair bow that I ordered. Don't you know by now that I only wear hair accessories designed for five year olds on my 23 year old head ? If it doesn't have a gigantic bow or a whale emblem, I want no part of it.

To add insult to injury once more, after skipping to work today in my new dress, I open my email only to see that it's now an additional 20% off.

BUT, a stranger in Starbucks complimented me on it. And that's just good karma. So, I thank you again for providing me with flawless frocks, but I ask you again to work on the execution a bit.