Dear You,

I'm sorry it's been so long. I hate myself. Not really.

I went through some of your old stuff the other day. I found the rosary we blessed at your funeral. I used to keep it around my rear-view mirror until I rolled my car. I found your old glass shoes that you collected. I found some tea sets, and a cute little glass box that I'm now going to keep my rings in or something. Thank you for leaving all these things to me and all the jewelry you left to me. You were way ahead of your time, you fashionista.

Things to save up for:

A fat pug to put sweaters on.

A giant tree house with a living room and electricity and a fire pole to slide down to the ground and a tire swing and a lookout tower.

A barn full of animals.

A hot tub.

I'll have to add more to this later.

Sincerely,

Me