Dear Chicago. Ah, so we meet again, old friend. Every time our eyes meet,
old memories have a way of tearing the door down to my brain
& new memories sweetly embrace the old.
Either way, have I ever told you I heart you. In all your forms.
Dear Red & White Checkered Wedges. You suck.
You're think you're so stinkin cute and I swear I could hear you laugh
when you didn't fit me. You would have made me look,
kinda cute, I think. Somehow you remind me of The Beverly Hillbillies.
Da dum da dum dum. Bump Bump. Oh wait, no. Thats Green Acres.
Dear Husband. we both have issues. Why the need to forgo each others company
in exchange for instagram pictures?
Sometimes we even took pictures of each other taking pictures of each other.
See, this is what happens when you've been married for 16 years.
Dear Starbucks. I am sorry my husband spilled coffee
all over your floor.
I'm even more sorry that said coffee was
NOT from Starbucks.
He hates you. What can I say?
Dear Phone Camera & Bathroom Mirror.
Thanks for teaming up to entertain me while I was sitting in
the dungeon the bathroom
of "The Riv" for a half an hour
to charge my phone for 3 minutes worth of usage.
Dear Art Institute of Chicago. You totally rocked my world.
Ok, maybe that's stretching it. My day, you rocked my day.
Dear Monet: I remember looking at your beautiful paintings when I was a little girl.
My parents bought me an art book with your work, after winning a bunch of art contests
in the Gogebic County Fair 4H Contest. Whatev. You're jealous.
Dear "The Riv." Will You marry me? Thank You soooo much for bringing
the recently reunited Cranberries back into my life
for the 2nd time in 3 years.
Dear The Cranberries. I seriously want to cry.
I am completely starstruck when I see you in concert.
Your music brings back so many memories. Memories from my teen years.
Happy Memories. It was a simpler time.
Dear Artist. Really? I mean, REALLY? This is art? Are you sure you didnt pick
these chairs up at Walmart?
How does this compare to van Gogh or Monet,
or talent of any kind?
This looks like a factory assembly line of plastic to me. Sooooo confused.
Dear van Gogh. Heyyyy! Your ears back!
Dear Amtrak & CTA Train. You are MY equivalent to a knight in shining armor.
(What can I say, I'm easy to please?)
I vividly remember the days of fighting traffic to do "chicago."
Never again, she says with fists in air! Never!!!
Dear Wicker Park. You will see me again. And soon.
With a nice wad of cash in my hand.
It was destiny that brought me to you.
Dear Wicker Park "Park." In the movie, I remember you being cold and snowy.
What happened? Weird.
Dear Graffiti Vandals and/or Artists:
You could take those plastic chair guys any day.
Dear Readers: Thank YOU for encouraging me, laughing with or AT me,
and making my day. Really, you ARE the best. Like ever!