Dear, my dear

Dear... motorcycles and cars with 14 broken mufflers: Please refrain from cruising up and down and up and down our street at all hours of the day.  You are not cool.  You are loud and the noise your vehicle makes is rude.

Dear... husband: You are allowed one cup for water a day.  You don't need a new one every.single.time.  We don't have a dishwasher.  I hate washing cups. End of story.

Dear... Sioux Falls drivers: It's okay to drive the speed limit.  And you don't have to take stop signs so seriously.

Dear... Sioux Falls city planners: Was building a meat packing plant in the middle of the city a great idea?  I find it disturbing to wake up in the middle of the night when it smells like the whole city is frying bacon.

Dear... September 18: Please come quickly!  I cannot wait to see you.  Your presence means I can go homeeeee.  STL here I come.

Dear... Peachwave: I love you.  A little fro-yo to go with my Fruity Pebbles.