Dear Sandals,

I saw you in the back of my closet the other day, sitting there all lonely and unloved, with your toefreeing straps and contoured sole, and my heart went out to you. You poor footwear, useable only a few months of the year, relegated to exile during the winter months when a few free moments would mean frostbite for the feet. You might feel ignored, trapped, a victim of the weather, but don't worry, my dear sandals. I still love you and am counting down the days until we can go on adventures together again.

Hugs & kisses,
B

Dear Cat,

I spoke too soon. Way to pee on the most expensive thing in my closet: the pair of satiny dress shoes I just got two days ago for my maid of honor trappings.

Boo & hisses,
B

Dear Cat,

I'm sorry I shut you up in my closet this morning so you were trapped in there for 12 hours while I was at work.

In all fairness, though, this is precisely why I yell at you whenever you venture into my closet in the first place. In any case, thanks for not peeing on any of my clothes or dying from the heat.

Hugs & kisses,
B