It's Friday, it's Friday, it's Friday all day long. It's Friday, it's Friday today! -song brought to you by my 8th grade honors science teacher.
Dear Friday: thanks for showing up so quickly this week. The whole Saturday through Wednesday weekend thing works for me.
Dear people who are still dealing with the wrath of Frankenstorm Sandy: sending positive thoughts your way. I hope you get all of the help you need to put your lives back together.
Dear NYC marathon: Really?! How about instead of running in silly competition, you all hop on he subway and assist in the cleanup and re-building? Your friends need help.
Dear cancer: Fuck off. Please leave my family and friends alone. We have had enough for this life time.
Dear Baby Boy: Please stop being such a lazy baby. Move around more so I feel less anxious. I'm nervous every minute that you might not make it. Please, for my mental stability, please start wiggling.
Dear Eva: You are my heart, my soul, my reason for living. If I had to dream up a more perfect baby for me, it would be impossible. You are more than I could have ever wanted.
Dear Carissa: Yay for blates. See you soon!