Dear Breanna,
I was joking about the lettuce. I think it`s just your curly hair that reminds me of the tops of lettuce, that`s all.
I'm having a heck of time writing this essay too. I just don't know what my focus is! I'm utterly and completely perfiffled.
Funny thing:
When I was trying to write the words "Tokens of Trust" at the top of my page, I accidently wrote "Tokens of Tryst" instead! I laughed for about two minutes. And I keep calling Rowan Williams, Rowan Atkinson, who is Mr. Beans and decidedly NOT the Archbishop of Canterbury.
Anyways. I hope I sleep tonight *sigh*
Your perfiffled friend,
Catherine
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