Friday's Letters #2

Woo hoo, Friday is finally here.  I'm doing a little dance right now, if you can't tell.  What what.  Anyway, tomorrow my baby turns 6 months old so I'll have something special for him.  Sigh, where has the time gone?

Without further ado, my letters...

Dear Dewey, If you decide to take a mud bath one more time I really may kill you.  Seriously, you smelled like a slug dipped in poop.  Death, my friend, death.  Stupid dog.  Dear Columbia, Would you mind going a little easy on me with the humidity?  This is very difficult for a pregnant mama, especially one that Zofran doesn't seem to help.  True story.  Dear Mom, I'm going to need you to take your crazy juice down about 2 notches.  Seriously, I don't know where my mom went but, if you find her, could you please send her back?  Thanks.  Dear Weekend, Please hurry up and get here!  I'm so ready to relax and have some time to myself!!  Dear Joshy, Please don't give up on me.  We've only got like 9 more weeks of this before I feel like a normal human being again.  We can do this.  Dear Thursday, Please be kind with whatever results we find out from my ultrasound.

Everyone have a fantastic weekend!!!  Catch ya on the flip side.