Dear Mr. Veen: last night I literally gave you a hi-five as we passed each other coming and going. Let me say I am looking forward to actually sitting down with you and having an adult conversation tonight. Dear 90 degree weather: you have given me a fresh realization that I'm not a fan of you this week. I will take partly sunny and 75 any day. Dear Ella: thank you for being an eight year old girl and showing me how fun it is to go to lunch and shopping just us two. You're pretty cool! Dear Fleet Foxes: thanks to a certain friend I cannot stop listening to this song which makes me feel like I'm going on an epic journey. Nice. And last to Mr. Veen: you don't drink real coffee, stay up late and are an excellent burper. Need I say more?
Happy FREAKING Weekend!