I am really sorry about the meal I made the other night.
You ate it without complaint, but I noticed it was a little too salty.
I had the leftovers today and I think I am going into cardiac arrest.
Thanks for eating whatever I make.
I hope your mammal-trapping field trip is going well.
Love Erin
p.s.
Work today has been an amazing day that may or may not have included a paper jam in the shredder of such intensity that I climbed into the paper shreder and laid on my back with a pair of needle nose pliers, pulling shreds of paper out of the blades and onto me and my face while Mary held a flashlight so I could see. I felt like a plumber and now I have paper dust in my hair.
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Dear Erin,
As an avid stalker of your blog, can I pretty please be on your list of people who are only slightly creepy and can therefore keep reading the blog after it goes private? My email address is jnhbrimhall@yahoo.com.
"true love is eating your spouse's overly-salted prepared meals". (i think i might sell that quote to hallmark. don't beat me to it!)
your work episode reminded me of when our copy machine would jam all.the.time. sometimes the jams would be so bad i would have to take a bunch of parts out and try to pull out the paper with tweezers or some sort of homemade contraption. sometimes i think i made it worse.
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