Dear VDOT (Virginia Department of Transportation),

I am just wondering who thought that it was a good idea to close not one, not two but three lanes on 495 on the Sunday night following the Super Bowl. For the record, drunk/ exhausted people and merging traffic are never, ever, EVER a good idea.

I had a lovely time at my Super Bowl gathering (thank you for asking) but next time, seriously, please, think before you cause a traffic jam miles long.

Sincerely,

Chris

My little thank you note.

I have had many experiences in my life where someone has done something nice for me that deserved a thank you note but sending a thank you note would be hard, if not impossible to do.

So, here are a few of my thank yous (there are many, many more).

I want to thank the good looking man on the metro who sweetly winked at me when I was having a bad hair, everything day. Thank you for giving me something to smile about the rest of the day.

Thank you to the two customers at Nordstrom Rack who let me model boots and shoes for them and told me that the knee-high red leather boots were a good purchase! Thank you Ladies! You were right I love the boots!

Thank you to the old man in Provo who gave me a thumbs up when I was running up a very steep hill. Thank you for that little push that push me up and over.

Thank you to the man at Whole Foods who is always so willing to take my groceries to my car even if I tell him that I can do it on my own.

Thank you to the off-duty fireman who was the first to stop after my car accident. Thank you for getting to me so quickly and for comforting me.

Thank you to my first line-up after my divorce. Looking back I was a complete mess but you made it a fun and memorable night. I apologize if I seemed a bit stalkerish, I was really new to the whole dating thing. Thanks!

Thank you to the woman who stopped on I-270 after I had run out of gas and I was walking in the rain on the shoulder. I know you said that you stopped because I tripped and fell and didn’t have a purse but I really just appreciate you stopping at all. Thank you for taking a small chance and assuming that such a klutz must be harmless.

Thank you to all the people who have listened, smiled, encouraged, comforted, and helped me on my journey. Send me your address and I will send you a thank you note!

To my dearest treadmill. . .

Dear Treadmill,

I know that we had a slow start and for years you thought that we would be nothing more than occasional friends. However, I thought things had turned around and we were moving forward together. We have seen each other almost everyday for the pass four months and I thought we had some level of trust. I don’t know what I did but I could only workout for 35 minutes on Wednesday night and I don’t see how this is cause for you not to work on Thursday.

Please forgive whatever I may have done and please start working again.

Your walking friend.