Dear Steel Cut Oatmeal,
I love you so much and i miss you. It just hurts so bad that I can't make steel cut oats on a real stovetop. I have eaten the instant kind kept at the pi phi house and I am ashamed to admit it. The sugary fakeness of the instant kind pales in comparison to your fluffy-oateyness. I am so sorry steel cut oatmeal, only a few more days until I can eat you again. I can't wait to be reunited.
Dear Saltwaters,
You are one of my best purchases yet, you are comfy, colorful and don't give me blisters. I think this is the beginning of a wonderful relationship.
Dear Peanut Butter,
Please don't be jealous of my love for oatmeal. I know I have been neglecting you recently but, trust me, you will always be my greatest love. Maybe you and oatmeal can be friends?
Dear Instagram,
Not everyone understand's you but, I will always love you. As a gal who likes to take photos but can't always lug her big camera everywhere, you offer the ability to quickly edit my photos and make it easier to document random things (like that amazing sunset pictured above). Ignore the haters.
-erin-