Dear Shonda Rhimes (creator of both Grey's Anatomy and Private Practice), the amount of emotional turmoil you have put me through this week is too much to take. Stop killing my friends!
Dear little baby, only three more days till your identity is revealed! I can't wait!
Dear Fall, are you in or out? I can't keep having my car on high heat in the morning and high AC when I go home. It is confusing.
Dear instagram, am I the only one who follows complete strangers because I want you to have new pictures every single time I refresh?
Dear Pregnancy, I'm over the puking but thanks for answering my middle school prayers and moving me up a few sizes (if you know what I mean!?)
Dear Ben, thanks for pretending like you actually care when I call you balling while you are at work due to above mentioned episodes created by the morbid Shonda Rhimes. I really do appreciate it!