Dear B's work Christmas party last night- Ehhhh. Way to "scale back" from last year. I guess everyone needs to tighten their purse strings lately. *ahem*. That's all I'll say about that.
Dear Baby Boy- Jezo. You are difficult every single step of the way, so far. Thanks for the heartburn. Let's not do that anymore, please? Oh and please name yourself. We are just having a hard time.
Dear winter- Are you over yet? No? Oh you haven't really even started yet? Well, shit. Why does it have to be 30 degrees again? Whhhyyy?
Dear Lisa Vanderpump- I love you. Please adopt me. I want to be you in 40 years (in the most sincere but least creepy way possible).
Dear Readers- Sorry I have been slacking on the blog lately but I think you all scan relate. My 21 week bump date will come next week. A week behind isn't too bad, is it?!