True story: I went in to go replace some perfume and somehow ended up in the fake lashes aisle and couldn’t find my way back to the perfumes.

Yes, you read that correctly. I’m in love with my bed.

Over the past few years, not only did I get rid of a perfectly beautiful pair of emerald-green cowboy boots, but I also gave away a square-toed pair of faux alligator booties with a really cool heel.

Allegedly, I have been known to pull over on the side of the road to pluck an errant whisker on my chin if it makes itself known to me.

Allegedly.

… allow me to preface this by expressing my eternal gratitude for all that you do for me on the daily. I appreciate your stamina, your creativity, your thoughtfulness, and your business acumen. All the things.

I really should know better. It happens every year. It shouldn’t catch me by surprise after all this time and yet, somehow, it still creates a lump in my throat, a pit in my stomach, and a little bit of a hole in my heart.

Dreaded summer camp drop-off day.