Monday, July 21, 2003

Dear Dan,

Amy, Anna and I feel really bad about the mess we’ve made. Please believe us when we say that it wasn’t our fault!

Some people stopped by and we didn’t want to be rude so we let them in. Drinks started flowing, I’m not really sure where the keg came from… yadda yadda yadda ... before we knew it we had ourselves a little party.

People have promised to come back to help us clean it all up once they get to feeling better. We also have to wait till a couple of them get back from Vegas with an annullment (Don’t ask. You really don’t want to know.). Don’t you worry about a thing; we’ll have this place looking better than ever soon.

We all hope that you had a fabulous trip and we can’t wait to hear all about it!

Patricia

ps. Don’t open up the hall closet. Even if you hear knocking. I’ll tell you all about that later too. Gotta run. Need to get some bail money.

I think I’m going to have a seizure.

Aaaaaaaaaah.

DAMN NO GOOD KIDS I SHOULD CALL THE COPS IN MY DAY yadda yadda I’ll settle yer hashes in my own sweet time and meanwhile if anyone knows what I can do to STOP THE MADNESS that is the tp’ing of the Chucklehut, would you lend me a hand?  If it rains on that stuff, I’ll never get rid of it ....

betcha feel like you left the ‘hut in the hands of thing one and thing two, now, doncha?

Um...I wasn’t there. I promise.

At least I don’t think I was there.