Dear Mr Veen: last night while looking at you lying on the couch I said: "You look like death warmed over"; well this may have been a slight exaggeration and I'm sorry for that. Also, I'm sorry you have such a bad cold. Dear New Shoes: why couldn't you have been honest from the beginning and told me you were going to KILL my feet after an hour of wearing you? Dear Henry: ever since Mr. Veen was out of town overnight you've taken to sleeping on the bed. At what point did I become such a sucker for you? You are definitely our new baby! Dear Trader Joes: thank you for supplying all my fall essentials: pumpkins, apple cider, pumpkin bread and YES pumpkin beer = delish! Dear Mumford & Sons: how I do love thee! The following is the first song I ever heard of yours and I was hooked. Bonus points for dropping the f-bomb in such an artistic sensitive way. This song proves that sometimes there's no substitute for a well placed swear word. And last to Mr. Veen: this is the first weekend for awhile that we're all going to be home together - yippee! Can't wait to spend some time with you and my favorite peeps.