Dear Charisse,

The muffin has gone bad.

Sympathetic regards,
Karen F and Karen G

(for this note, 2 Karen's were better than 1)

Dear 3 glasses of wine,

Why do you always sound slightly more unacceptable than 2 glasses of wine?

Don't let the haters get to you.

Supportive regards,
Karen

Dear Jim's Pistachios,

You were my first. But thanks to a $7.99 Sunkist bag at Gristedes, you will not be my last.

Pistachios, welcome back to the office. And to my life.

Top drawer if anyone wants some.

Savory regards,

Karen

Dear 'several things' including but not limited to...

Charisse singing me "eye of the tiger" via gchat (but like forreal), Supriya's never-judgemental zen/late night emails, the Beyonce Pandora station and the idea of fuckingawesomecupid.com (big ups to A.R.):

Way to make Monday night feel like Funday night.

Thanks friends. I owe ya.

Re-energized and more friendly regards,
Karen

Dear Photoshop,

When a computer crashes/freezes/shuts down for any reason, how come you don't/can't/won't auto save or auto recover?

I mean Microsoft WORD does it for goodness sakes.

Now, the last 3 hours of my life are wasted...

--- Dear Photoshop, Autorecover my life. ----

Love, Karen

Dear cold cappuccino,

You're gross.

Bad-taste-in-my-mouthed regards,
Karen

Dear Hangover,

No one invited you. Don't be a party pooper.

No - but seriously.

Unwelcoming regards,
KG

Dear legs,

Why can't you be more awesome and know how to do the moonwalk?

Any attempt of M.J. moves will pay no sort of tribute whatsoever. Sad.

Uncoordinated regards,
Karen

Dear chai tea lattes,

It's time to bid farewell again for a while.

Thanks for all the good times. You will be missed old friend.

Amazingly yours,
Karen