Tiny letters.

Dear Garlic-chicken-broccoli-noodle dinner,

you are so yummy.

I can't stop eating you.

Dear Tori,

Happy Anniversary to you and Luke.

I love you so much and I am so happy that you and Luke are happy!

Dear Residence Life Office,

Please have more hours for me to work, so I can stop freaking out.

Dear banana bread,

Please make yourself.

I want to eat you so badly, but I don't have the energy to make you.

Dear Jeff's yucky stuffed up nose,

Stop being!

You are making him spit nasty loogies everywhere.

It's gross.

Love,

Libby