Dear Mr. Veen: I'm sorry you still have a cold. The first night you make it through without snoring may be cause for a small celebration. Dear pyrex stacking dishes with lids: you make me so happy I actually *might* have done a little dance in the kitchen while putting leftovers in you last night. Dear Mom: I think you missed your calling as the official blog PR person in my little circle of friends. Also - I think you need to start your own blog - it would be mighty entertaining! That's all. Dear Ingrid: you are like my music comfort food. This is one of the only songs of yours I don't own - might have to remedy that very soon! Dear coffee pot: every time I hear you complete your cycle I get a twinge of excitement for the goodness about to come my way. And last to Mr. Veen: thanks for being my parachute - over and out!