
Today's Letters:
Dear Mr. Loerke, last night you stood on a chair and started spinning around with your headlamp flashing everywhere. It was kind of like being married to a disco ball.
Dear Kegs, yesterday we sat outside during lunch and you taught me about
Scissor-tailed Flycatchers. Today we ate ice cream by the pond and talked about marriage. So grateful for your friendship.
Dear CTU, have you found the dead guy
Dana Walsh hid in your wall yet? It's kinda been bothering me, him being wadded up in there for so long.
Dear Husband, this Friday we celebrate 5 yrs of marriage.
FIVE YEARS. Can I get a shimmy? How bout a shake? Perhaps some
Elaine leg kicks? Or a couple of
Arsenio Hall fist pumps? Every day with you has been an adventure. So blessed to be your wife.