Dear My Luck,
As an ode to a string of fortunate events and wonderful circumstances, I vow to never say "that would be just my luck" or any other variation of that phrase again.

Thank you thank you thank you

xoxo,
Ashley

Dear Erin,

I am in complete agreement with your previous post about gym etiquette. Mine is not so much an issue of television usage, but chattiness. The cell phone on the treadmill thing has always bothered me, but a curious little couple put that bad behavior to shame last night at the gym. A couple came in, and as the woman hopped on the elliptical machine, the man stood directly in front of her in her huff and puff zone and talked to her (rather LOUDLY I'd like to add) about doing the deed the WHOLE time. (Yes Erika, I threw in the sixth grade "doing the deed" phrase just for you). As this couple planned their next rendez-vous, complete with the assistance of a "little blue pill" (I'm not even kidding), I silently thanked my mom for teaching me to have class and dignity and my boyfriend for being a gentleman. I'm scared for this world!

xoxo,
Ashley

Dear seventh graders,

Earth shattering, I know, but you really aren't as cool as you think you are. One day, you'll look back at yourselves and laugh at how silly you are today. I did.

xoxo,
Ashley