bacon wrapped blessings

friends,
I have been on a top-secret mission for the last many moons. So secret, in fact, that I am still not sure what my orders are. I write to you huddled under a walnut shell wearing fake eyebrows. My disguise grows limper by the minute and I fear they will soon lose their adhesive. The sharks continue to swarm with boredom. The plan: throw a bag of Carson's ribs out of the walnut shell and run like hell in the other direction.

Stand by for more correspondence.
with love soaked in sweet baby rays,
rs