I always love Marquesas’ mail calls and have always wanted to attempt to do one. So here is goes…
Dear Lance: I love that you check my blog every once in a while, but sometimes I wish I could post pictures and stories about you playing video games with your friend and calling me your little house wife when I placed cookies and milk on the table without you getting upset.
Dear scale: Please stop creeping up higher and higher. It depresses me when the contestants on Biggest Loser lose their weight and they aren’t very far away from my current weight.
Dear Orion: We don’t mind when you sleep on the bed, but we do mind when you jump off to lay on the couch and then decide you want back on the bed. No, we don’t want to play your game of back away when we bend down to get you.
Dear Landlord: We’ve told you about the leak and stain on the ceiling and you continue to tell us to “keep watching it”. It’s not our fault if you have to replace the whole roof when it molds or caves in due to your lack of action.
Dear Primary class: Thank you so much for being good yesterday! I really didn’t feel like catching your paper airplanes or rearranging the seating order so you wouldn’t choke the person next to you or tell you to stop climbing the walls.
Dear pregnant ladies or ladies with recent new babes: You’re giving me baby fever and it just isn’t time yet. Please stop making your bellies and babies look so darn cute.
Dear General Conference weekend: You are always so relaxing and uplifting. You couldn’t come at a better time!

I promise you that he is asleep and not dead. I don't know why his eyes are open. Maybe he was awake and was playing along to add extra effect for the picture. I wouldn't be surprised if he was.