Dear Mr. Hooker, I've never been good at keeping things alive. I've seen my fair share of floating goldfish, shriveled tomato plants, and dry hermit crabs (ew). But despite my history, I've decided to plant my very first garden this season (with your help, of course). By the end of the summer, I'm hoping we have a kitchen full of veggies and some pretty sweet farmer's tans.
Dear inch worms, you launched an attack on North Carolina this week. I've never seen anything quite like it: your little green bodies are hanging from every tree and building in town. Sorry guys, but you aren't so cute when friends are plucking you out of my hair and off of my forehead. You're free to go.
Dear Charlotte Knights, the opening of your new baseball stadium was a good excuse to venture downtown with friends on Friday night. No tickets? No problem. We watched the game on a big screen outside your gates that faced a grassy park nearby. What an awesome summer date night idea! Next time we'll bring a picnic.
Dear Jake, after 15 minutes of trolling Netflix for a decent movie last night, we stumbled upon West Side Story. I was stunned that you suggested it and excited because neither one of us had watched it before... until I realized that it was a modern adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. How had I never known?! Oh well - the grief at the end was balanced out by our ridiculous duet to "I Feel Pretty". You make life so fun.
