Dear 2017, you’re only a few weeks old, but you’ve already kind of been a jerk. Let’s do better, all right? Dear self, why, oh WHY, would you teach your kids the “greasy grimy gopher guts” song? How stupid are you? Do you hate yourself? WHY?! Dear Ang, BEST. SURPRISE. EVER. (One more week!) Dear self, now that you know how to run the miter saw and have built exactly one headboard (with a ton of help from the Jerm) I feel like you should go into the furniture building business. Dear Jerm, thank you for all the help and being patient with me and my projects. Especially when they come with faulty instructions.