Open Letters

An Open Letter to Sticky Notes

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.

Warm Regards,

Stamos

Featured Image via my iPhone, thankyouverymuch

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