Guys, let me get this out of the way.
I love you, I freakin' love you. No one else in the public eye is even in your league*. There's no denying you're hot. It's all over the media.
But seriously, I'm starting to get a little worried about you. I'm starting to wonder if I'll end up seeing you hosting infomercials in a couple years all because of how 2008 goes down.
McDreamy, you didn't even give us a chance to miss you during the writer's strike. Every two minutes on tv you were elegantly voicing Mazda or State Farm. And then Enchanted came out. And there was the press tour. Then it came out on DVD. Now Made of Honor is in theaters and while naturally I will watch it because - hello, those eyes - I worry that there might be some overlap with the 9486 times TBS runs Sweet Home Alabama. (Also how Reese Witherspoon picks whoever her country sweetheart was instead of you I cannot fathom, but that's another open letter.) Take a day off. Go drive that race car you love. Hang out with the twins.
And you, Obama. My man. WTF? Where oh where is your momentum going? I have had to institute a near news moratorium Chez Magniferous because I can't hear one more pundit say (as though for the first time), "Why can't he seal the deal?" Talk to McDreamy for a bit about what happens when the spotlight dims. All I'm saying is, I don't want you to end up doing ProActive commercials. McDreamy, maybe you could loan Obama a little mo' just to get through the election. After that he'll be able to pay you back double with "political capital". Not that you, Obama would ever use quid pro quo. Think of it more like the Super Friends helping each other out of a tough jam each using their own special powers.
There, I've said it. Now this doesn't mean I like you any less. It just means that when 2009 rings around I want us to still be friends.
*Excluding supernova ex-pat Johnny Depp.