Your new house looks fantastic
Your floors are causing me painful envy
I want to visit you ASAP (red means it's urgent)
Please note: Your preferred spouse-finding method is coming up zilch, zip, zero, nada for me. I tried, really I did. But now I'm done. I will marry my work and become an old maid with cats. You will have to make me godmother to your children, and I will come and stay in the scary Bo-peep room with presents and bake goodies for them.
Love,
E
edit - I do not know why the text looks so bad. Forgive me, universe, for I have sinned in fontdom.
1 comment:
Dear E,
I'm glad you like the house. Of course you are welcome to the scary Bo-peep room. You may not, however, marry your work - I'm pretty sure that's illegal here, although you might be able to swing it in Germany. Some comedian there recently married a pineapple. I am NOT kidding. Anyways, don't give up. Or do, but know that Murphy's law is out to get you.
Enough about me. How is YOUR method working out?
I miss 20th century communication. Call me sometime!
love,
Lindsay
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