Dear Dr. D,
Remember a week ago when I was super giddy because you were almost in my 10 day forecast? Well now you're in my 5 day forecast. It says right here: "Saturday: a high of 75 degrees, low of 50, and 100% chance of soggy kisses."
I apologize in advance for crying tears of happiness all over your sweet face. And for looking a hot mess when I do it.
Let's never do this again, deal?
P.S. It's a good thing you'll be back soon, because this guy is obviously getting WAY too comfortable in the alpha male role: