| Package sent to diane_lane
||[Jan. 22nd, 2004|07:25 pm]
[Package contains one haggis.]|
Hey Li'l D,
I hope you're OK. I sense that you're not. I don't know what's wrong, but feel free to call me any time. You know I love you.
Anyway, whatever's up, I'm not going to let your birthday go unmarked. It is your 21st, after all. So, have a haggis, direct from Scotland. It's Burns Night on Sunday, so I suggest you save it for then. Boil it or broil it or hit it with a shoe; I haven't the first damn clue what you do with it, actually. If you have any sense, I suspect you'll throw it out and order Chinese. (Oh yeah; gong xi fa cai, little dragon. I'm told I'm an ox. Since I'm also a Taurus, I guess that means I'm full of bull.)
One more thing. I found a stable, about a half hour's drive from your house. I'm going to be in New York most of next month, so we're going pony shopping when I blow back into town. Seriously. Look at this face, would this face tell a lie?
Ton of love,