Dear Mr. Veen: it seems recently we have entered a new era in our household consisting of crushes, love notes, and general "tween-ness". HOW ON EARTH did this happen? Dear Thrifting: it seems you are feast or famine. After many trips consisting of no finds I was happy to be rewarded yesterday with this and this. Happy hearts abound! Dear mother of vomiting child in the grocery store: I'm really, really, really sorry! That's all. Dear Coldplay: this song perfectly ends my week. p.s. I'd love to see you in concert some day. Dear Cosby Show: you are just as good to my 37 year old self as you were to my 10 year old self - although now I'm laughing at the parents instead of the kids. Thanks for proving some things never go out of style. And last to Mr. Veen: your patience with me is astounding. Thank you for listening to my dramas and ramblings. Beyond lucky to have you!