Dear Awkwardness,

Do you remember the time when five door scenes were going on all at the same doorstep at the same time?  I just love awkward hugs, and what more I loved that two couples went inside, two couples stayed outside and one couple just stood and watched.  I'm just grateful that I was part of the couple that watched the whole awkward scene.  Good times, great oldies!

Thanks,
Nori

Dear Awkwardness,

I'm glad you taught me to be more humble yesterday. I was feeling a little bit sorry for myself as I walked the 15 minutes it takes to get to the institute while towing my suitcase I was bringing home for the weekend. I'm glad you introduced me to the homeless person carrying a big bag on his shoulder who looked at my suitcase trailing behind me and said, "It's nice to have wheels, huh?" Well, I guess I'm grateful my roommate let me borrow her luggage.

Gratefully,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

Why have I started receiving "Your Pregnancy This Week" emails, and why does it say its for someone at 40 weeks? 

Just curious,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

I'm grateful for my Sunday adventure this evening. How did you know that getting locked out of my apartment could be so fun? I'm glad that you helped me get to know our neighbors a little bit better as we asked them if we could crawl through their upstairs window in order to cross the balcony and break into our apartment. Good times.

Thanks for the help,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

Good work choreographing that one dance.  It is so popular!  You know, the one where you have two strangers appoaching each other from opposite directions, then when they are relatively close to one another they both take a step in a direction that mirror-images the other, and they do it a few times in each direction until they are about to run into each other.  And then they veer apart before crashing, and then drop their head and mutter an apology.  I love that dance.  I bust out with it about every other day, and I see a lot of other people who seem to be fans too.  I just wanted to pass along the compliment.

Keep up the good work,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

I'm sad that I forgot to take my environment friendly grocery tote bag to Safeway today. Not only because it's nice to be green, but somehow I completely forgot that I was going to be walking home. By myself. With broken wrists. Carrying about 15 plastic bags across a busy highway was a fun challenge for the day. Also, of course you know you look pretty pitiful when you get an elderly person offer to assist you in crossing the street.

Yours truly,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

So, remember how I keep an arithmetic card game from my elementary school days in my desk?  Well, despite it being a multiple-player game, sometimes I play it by myself when no one else is around because I think its fun.  I just thought that you should know. 

Okay, bye,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

That was a tricky switch you pulled.  To think, the first time I went to the bank I had my card but not my checks to deposit, and yet when I went back 20 minutes later I had my checks but no longer had my debit card with me.  Let's reach a compromise for next time.  How about I remember to bring both things, and I'll just tell them that I'm flaky.  Think about it.

Sheepishly,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

I'm glad that I am reminded at every piano lesson that my teacher thinks I have great hands. My favorite part of the lesson is usually those five minutes that he will comment on them and their superior qualities to normal hands.

Thanks,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

I'm so glad that I have such a likable name, but really?? Does there need to be eight Rachel's in our ward? I've also really appreciated sharing our apartment with another Rachel. It was pretty funny to watch my roommate crack up when she called out "Rachel" and we both simultaneously turned from our computers as we sat at the same table and said "What?" in the same monotonous tone. To add insult to injury she wasn't calling for me. I might have to start thinking about adopting a nickname.

Yours Truly,

Rach-E (emphasis on the E)

Dear Awkwardness,

It is one thing to tell me the wrong location of a meeting with a member of the clinic's executive committee.  But did you also have to tell me the wrong date and time?  I mean, feeling that I am late is hard enough for me, but then you have me show up sweaty and out of breath and interrupt another meeting, only to find out that I can't read a calendar.  Not cool.  But, thanks for reminding me to wear my bling while working on my thesis.  It looks great with the outfit I picked out to wear to the temple tonight.

Your fickle friend,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

How in the world did you convince me that my neighbors' building was my own?  I can see that they are the same building design, but the color is different, the location is different, and they had patio furniture.  Oh well.  I guess I should just be grateful that their door was locked and that I figured it out after a minute of fiddling with my keys.

Til next time,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

This was my favorite of the conversations you contributed to today:

(Girl next to me in my last class of the day as she grabbed a hot pink feather off of my shirt): So I'll take it that you were wearing a bright pink feather boa earlier today.
(Me, looking away and shifting uncomfortably): Um...no.  But I must have worn it the last time I wore this.
(Girl again, looking slightly surprised and embarrassed): Oh.  Sorry.  I was just kidding.  I didn't think you actually did.
(Me, grinning):  Let me know if you'd ever like to borrow it.  I have a white one too.

Your chum,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

If you'd really wanted to optimize your influence, you should have had my flip-flops break before my meetings with faculty members.  But all the same, compelling me to go barefoot for the last two classes of the day was still pretty good.

Yours sole-ly,
Allison

Dear Awkwardness,

Being a seventh wheel really isn't as much fun as you might think.

Best Regards,

Rachel

Dear Awkwardness,

Please stop prompting me to unconsciously break into singing a Hilary Duff song.

Gracias,
Allison