A Letter

Dear Adam Lambert,

I think I love you.  I find you oddly adorable.

Your version of "Ring of Fire" sucked.  Please never do that again.  Ever.

Love,

Jennifer

A Letter

Dear Boston,

I feel like you're sending me mixed signals...  Last Monday, there was a foot of snow.  This past weekend, it was sunny and lovely, with temperatures in the 50's, possibly hitting 60.

Now?  Less than twenty-four hours after the 50-degree weather than melted all the snow?  A rain / snow / ice mix???

Really???

Love,

Jennifer

A Letter

Dear Dog Walkers of the South End,

I have a dog.  I walk him at least three times a day.  And, when he poops, I bag it and throw it away.  In the trash can.

I'd really appreciate it if you would all follow suit.  Especially if / when it gets warmer.  Sure, it won't smell as bad in the freezing cold, but what happens when all the ice and snow melt?  Exactly...

On one of my much-traversed blocks in the South End, I recently counted no less than nineteen piles.  NINETEEN.  That is not okay!  (Note: I do not normally count piles of dog poop, but I had walked up and down this block several times and noticed all the mess.  So, I decided to see what kind of number we were talking...  "A lot" just wasn't going to get the point across.)

So, I know it's not fun, but just do it.  Pick up the poop.  Throw it away.  Go home and wash your hands.

Love,

Jennifer

A Letter

Dear South End,

Please do something about your icy sidewalks. My walk with my dog took twice the normal time, and I freaked him out every time I slipped. Luckily, on my walk to work, I remembered what we do in "the south" - walk in the road. Cars love that.

Mainly, though, I just wish to avoid falling and bruising. Shortly after that, I wish to avoid looking ridiculous as I slip and let out random sounds.

Love,

Jennifer