Dear baby,

no, you still don't have a name.  In any event, I was eating some kind of chocolate something or other this earlier today as a little pick me up because I only have energy from about 10am until 10.05am and need constant refueling and dropped part of it into the boob region of my dress, apparently, because hours later, when I looked down, I had a big ol' chocolate smear below my boobs, but above my belt, which sits right on top of you.  I think what I'm trying to say is thanks for creating a little hiding spot for my slovenliness.  I owe you!