Dear Friday. You are the start of a fun filled and magical weekend. Dear husband. I feel so horrible for you! These past couple weeks have been extremely rough, with chaotic work schedules, not enough sleep during the day, phone calls to take you back to base right as you walk in our door. Hopefully you'll have an easier time until the holidays start. Dear Halloween. You're less than a week away. I'm not a huge halloween person, and I refuse to celebrate Thanksgiving at all, so as soon as the ghosts go back to bed, I'm putting up Christmas decor. Final word on that. Dear dogs. We have a visitor coming today who will be staying for a week or two. She's a tiny thing, and although I hear she likes to play with big dogs, I'm terrified you'll step on her and squish her. Please behave? Dear school. Noooooooooooo! Dear job. Just call me already. I'm waiting. I'm willing. I'm in the mood to punch kids er, mold young minds. Dear husband. I love you. Dear sudden overload of pregnant bloggers and friends on Facebook. Seriously? Dear self. You swore off children's photography, yet here you are with two new sessions booked. Why can't you just say no? Dear Germany. I have quickly learned that fall in this area means, yes, gorgeous colors floating through the air and dotting the country side. But it also means a helluva lot of fog every morning that lingers until around 10 or so, leaving me in a dream state. I kinda like it. But I'm kinda scared to drive in it, too, so let's just put that away for now, ay?