Dear Ysabel,
What the deuce? This morning you made a deliciously cholesterol-laden breakfast of eggs sunny side up, butter-sauteed onions and sausages and toast. That was beautiful. But then you went to Peet's Coffee and ordered a double-shot Americano in which you mixed a healthy dollop of half and half as well as 3 packets of sugar. And then you chose to enjoy said Americano over a a "Pikilia" plate for lunch at this fantastic Greek restaurant in Fremont, which consisted of Mousaka, Spanikopikataokipeiokipita (you know, that phyllo dough and spinach creation of glory), Dolmades, gyro meat, sauteed zucchini and Greek potatoes. And then you went to Oktoberfest. And to round off the day, you locked yourself in the hot, disgusting, smelly side room in Scott's office and practiced the Mendelssohn Scottish Symphony excerpt for an hour. Now. Not for any one singular item from this list, but, rather, this exact series of events combined, I have decided to make you suffer in such a way that we both know the pain will be resolved by - and only by - a traumatic trip to the Little Stupid Girl's Room. Please don't take this personally, but I must do this to remind you to Never. Do. This. To. Me. Again.
Sincerely,
Your belly.
If only my belly would leave me loving notes like yours detailing why you are going through such pain. What a beautiful relationship you guys have =)
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