Today's Letters: Dear Mr. Loerke, this morning I found our journal hidden in my mailbox at work. Three points for writing one of my favorite letters of all time, two points for sleeping like a bear because of carrot lotion. Dear Pectin, this weekend I will sock you with blueberries and you will punch me with jam. Already looking forward to opening a jar when the first snow flies. Dear Scrubs, you are never inside out when I fold you. Thanks for making laundry even more awe-to-the-some . Dear Beloved, last night I noticed you saved me the last piece of apple pie. Pretty sure this made me want to kiss your money skin. Over and out.