Dear ice storm: Seriously? It's time to spring forward, Ohio. Dear McDonalds: Thank you for making my cup of decaf this morning. It was almost as good as the real thing. Almost. Dear Kate Middleton: You are also pregnant, and only 11 weeks or less behind me. Thank you, I feel like a blimp.
Dear people coming for house showings tomorrow: Please buy my house. You know you want to. Dear doughnuts: I wish I could quit you. Dear Downton Abbey: I am hooked. I'm halfway through season 3. I bawled my eyes out last night. I won't spoil for others but... ugh.
Dear Train: Please stop singing. Please. Live off your royalties and enjoy your lives. Dear Mexican food: Where did this craving come from? I just know it's a quarter after 10, I'm all alone and I need you now. Dear baby girl #2: I am so sorry we can't find a name for you. I feel like a bad mom. I keep waiting for the perfect one to come along, because I don't want you to hate me some day for my lame name choice. Dear spring 2013 clothing: Stop tempting me with your cuteness. I will NOT buy any clothes until after the baby comes. I will not.