Dear Friday, thanks for getting here so quickly. I've longed for you for 5 days now and fully welcome you with open arms this morning! If every day were Friday, this world would be a much better place. Dear readers, thank you for all your sweet words yesterday (and every day). My friend Julie ended up reading the post and not only told me how much all your comments meant to her but that it was so nice to know she wasn't alone in this big ol' scary world. Dear homebuilder, let's get this show on the road already! Sister would strongly prefer that we be in that house by Christmas so if we could break ground sometime within the next year, we'd be okay with that. Dear gym, sorry I didn't pay you a visit this morning. Any alarm clock with the number "5" included is officially banned on Friday mornings in the Howard household. Dear money tree, if you could politely plant yourself somewhere near for my perusal I would greatly appreciate it. Emphasis on "greatly". Dear husband, thanks for letting me wake you up this morning with confirmation that I am, indeed, NOT pregnant. Ya-that could have sucked. Dear mom, MIL & FIL, don't you get ANY ideas with that last letter. ANY. Dear July 3rd, I'm gonna need you to go ahead and get here already. I've got big, exciting plans for that week and would love to see you sooner rather than later. Dear assistant, if you could magically hire yourself, write your own paychecks and help me on a daily basis at work and at home, you just might be the best thing that ever happened to me.