late night letters

 

Dear Mad Men, you have way too much cheating for comfort in a 42 minute episode, but I can't stop watching.  Dear adults tonight, it's kind of not fair to watch all of you have a drink when I can't because I'm watching the kids. Maybe next time you won't pregame before your event?  Dear dark black skies, I don't understand why you won't just pour down rain already?  Dear potential thunderstorm tomorrow, I'd love to hear thunder, but you are a rarity around these parts...maybe I'll hear one next week when I'm back East.  Dear almost-husband, next week can't come fast enough.  I've been missing you more than you know this past week.  Dear journalism, I really miss you.  I need to find some way to get you back into my life!