Dear Baby, you should move around more, I get anxious when you sleep. Dear Husbeast, just a little over one more year of this shit(1 yr 3 mo), then we can go back to marital bliss, and leave Recruiting Duty behind. Dear Hair, grow faster please, or I’ll end up just cutting you all off again, and I don’t really want to do that. Dear Cat, if you don’t stop your crazy shit at 4 am you are going to start spending the nights locked downstairs, and I am pretty sure there are monsters down there. Dear House, When will you learn to stop being so messy? Dear Work, I don’t much like you anymore, you wear me out. But I will continue to go, and work to the best of my abilities, because that’s the right thing to do. Plus I need the monies. Dear Body, please give me enough energy to get this house at least semi clean today. I do love laying around all day, surfing the internets, but I need to be productive before my house gets condemned.