We've had our ups and downs (both literally and figuratively) over the past 20-something years. Some days I really feel like you love me, but then you go and treat me like you did today. What did I do to deserve the frizz-splosion that took place today? Sometimes I think you make me look horrible on purpose. Why can't you be more like Felicity's hair?! I'm sorry. I take it back. I love you, hair. Let's start over?
Dear Auto-Zone Employee,
When I asked you a question about the way my car has been acting, I didn't want you to say "google it." If that's all I need to know how to do, maybe I'll go ahead and apply for a job at Auto-Zone. "Excuse me, ma'am? Will this oil work in my 1995 Subaru Legacy?" "I don't know. Have you tried Googling it?"
Dear Oklahoma City,
I'll be honest. When I first met you, I thought you were the worst. You were hot, your nightly news shows were horrible, and you thought Braum's was the end-all in fast-food/ice cream. Since then, we've come a long way. I've discovered so many wonderful things about you, and I've been able to overlook the obvious folly in your stance on Braum's.
PS - You've been looking extra fabulous lately with all of the downtown activity. Thanks for not losing faith in me. Let's be friends.
Dear Ben and Jerry,
Thanks for never letting me down. Ever.