Dear Hair,
Please grow. Grow like never before. Give me all the Rapunzel juju you have. Like a crazy ex-girlfriend, I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy just a thinkin' about you baby.
Dear Apple Cider Vinegar,
How can something that tastes so vile be so good for you? Taste better.
Dear Husband,
No, there is no such thing as "too many plants" in one house. It's not hoarding if it's plants (saw that one on a shirt, has to be true.)
Dear Allie Beth Stuckey,
You're really hurting my feelings with your book "You're Not Enough (And That's Okay)" Stop. But don't stop.
Dear Hair,
I know. I know. I just miss you.
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