dear future mr.,

Stick around long enough to change my name.
Let's do old and gray.
Drop everything now and meet me in this pouring rain.
Say what you need to say.

That's what's on my mind.
Love you.

-you know.

(lyrics courtesy of: Charlie Worsham--The Killers--Taylor Swift--John Mayer)

dear future mr.

I hope you come with a hearty appetite and and good exercise habit because you'll need it.  I just gave chicken enchiladas a first try and, I'd have to say, they are pretty beepin good.

lots of love and stuff.

xoxox, your little cookie wifey.