Dear week, you aren’t quite happening like I planned. Please get yourself in order. Dear Madeline, thank you for the impromptu demonstration of what people do when they are poisoned. I have no idea how you came up with that. It’s also a little alarming that your baby (Pink-Pink) has been poisoned no less than six times. You really should keep a better eye on her. Dear 30 degree weather, I am LOVING you. Stick around. Dear Susannah, you really are a child of the south. And yes, we will turn on the “hot air conditioner” for you.