Dear health insurance company--
You majorly suck.

Dear pile of stuff--
Please fit in the car!

Dear bike--
I'm sorry that I'm not taking you back. It's going to be icky until April, there's nowhere to put the trainer in the apartment (or the car!), and I don't want to risk taking you on a four-hour drive in potentially nasty weather, particularly with all the salt around. Remember Thanksgiving?
If the weather over spring break is good, DBF and I will take you and your "boyfriend" out for lots of long rides to make up for it, okay? Oh, and we'll have you tweaked to fit me properly too!
Me.