Dear Friday. This week crawled by. You are definitely not a team player. Dear Husband. You're home! I'm so happy to have you back in my arms, and no better way to celebrate than cuddled on the couch watching movies we had promised to see together. We have a lot of films to catch up on, and thankfully no deadline since you hopefully won't be deploying again for a couple years. Hopefully. Dear Ninja. Your reaction to Timmy walking into the house was the best ever. I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten your "dad." Dear Sass. Your blasé attitude about life is kinda a downer. Cheer up buttercup. Dear military spouses with deployed husbands. I know how difficult it can be to watch the clock tick by, waiting for a certain day when loved ones come home. It seems to pass awfully slow, but I promise that you will be reunited before you know it! Dear Germany. I am so so glad you finally conjured up a huge thunderstorm to break the killer heat and humidity. 94 degrees in a country with no air conditioning is not so much fun. Dear Husband. Seriously, I'm so happy you're home. I love you! Dear self. Your weight lost of [around] 20 pounds in the past six months is amazing, but there's still some work to be done. Don't start slacking, freckle face. Dear favoritist blogs on my reading list [which happens to mostly be my own readers]. I've slacked so badly recently. Part was having company in town, part was getting ready for hubby to come home, and part was the fact that I found an online website that shows True Blood for free. I apologize for not being as great to you all as you have been to me, and promise to make up for it since I finished all 11 episodes of this season so far in two days. Whoops.