Dear Sticky Notes,
This one time in eighth grade I had really bad allergies and I had forgotten my inhaler and my prescription pills and my nasal spray and my eye drops (I know what you’re thinking and yes I was super popular in middle school with all my cool medical afflictions and what not) and I was so over everyone being all, “Stamos why are you crying?” so I wrote “I’m not crying it’s just allergies!” on a sticky note and I stuck it on my forehead and that sure did show them. (It didn’t. Like, who does that?)!
Sticky Notes, you are my best friend if my best friend were a multi-colored neon paper product that is quite adhesive to many surfaces. I mean the whole neon thing is obviously the best part about you. Why would I ever want to write anything on boring white paper when I can write things on neon paper? Tell me. No really – tell me. Why?
Just now from where I sit I can get a nice look at all my sticky notes and oh boy, do I have a lot of sticky notes. I have sticky notes in neon yellow, neon orange, neon green, neon blue and a combo neon-green/neon-pink/neon-blue pack. And some little itty bitty neon purple sticky notes that sometimes I will stick on my face for old time’s sake. It is just as effective in telling people I’m a little weird these days as it was then!
Sometimes I dream about inventing something as great as sticky notes but know that could never happen so then I dream about marrying the dude who invented sticky notes but he’s probably super old and has like one to three families already.
Featured Image via my iPhone, thankyouverymuch