(Pulling. This. Off.)
Dear Harry Potter 7 (part one), I reeeeeally need you to be everything I hope for you. Otherwise I will have watched literally every preview a dozen times for nothing and that will just be sad.
I just gotta say, you will forever be the Thanksgiving Queen. Anyone that can get a turkey cooking from beyond the grave has my deepest rescpect and admiration.
You are welcome to stay for a while and even get bigger I suppose, but beware... I am coming after you in May 2011. Your butt is smut. (To alter a less than lady-like phrase).
Dear Christmas Card Photos,
I am sad that it looks as if you won' t happen this year. At least I have an archive full of goodness to choose from.
Thank you for getting me. You are so kind to me always. I love that I can honestly say that after all this time (and all my craziness) you have never raised your voice nor spoken an unkind word to me. I love you so.
Dear Hair Accessory I Just made,
You are totally cute enough to fetch a profit. But I'm pretty sure you're too cute to part with.
Dear Baby Boy,
It breaks my heart when you cry at bedtime and say "No Dark! No Dark!" I blame Halloween and all the spooky teenagers dressed as monsters.
Dear Baby Brother,
Your pictures from the ultrasound have me swooning! I CAN NOT WAIT to meet you! Also, what do you want your name to be lil guy?
Dear December Funds,
Seriously, I have Christmas AND a birthday. Don't run out on me now!
Let's go to the fair next week. PLEASE. I want to see Miles pet the animals and try his first funnel cake.