Dear Mr. Veen: apparently a little thing called "Mustache March" will soon be upon us. For the record - I take back suggesting you do the Morgan Spurlock. Dear Gropple: according to the weather man you are neither hail nor snow but instead a piece of hail encased in snow. I'm just happy to have acquired a fun new vocab word - thanks! Dear Jake: my favorite new nickname for you is "sprinkle nose". I'm hoping one of these days you'll let me snap some photos of you! Dear Jack Johnson: if there's any way to get into a sunny mood it's by listening to your music. Favorite line of "Flake" - "it seems to me that "maybe", pretty much always means no..." and now I really can't wait for flip-flop weather. Dear Self: just realize right now you WILL be waiting awhile for flip-flop weather, after all admitting you're powerless is the first step. And last to Mr. Veen: this morning you actually said "It's cold" --- and YES we're finally on the same temperature page. Wish it didn't have to get down to 20's to get us there!