Dear Paul,
I start this letter by telling you…I am so sorry and my love for you still rings true.
You see, a horrifying realization hit me this morning. I was thinking about how yesterday I received something USPS from the IRS that I had requested on behalf of a client in September. It was mailed directly to me. It was postmarked September. Did I mention I received it YESTERDAY?!?!
And then it hit me…
THAT’S WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LOVE LETTER YOU WROTE ME!!
My darling dorky love, I am so sorry. I swear, had I received your letter, I would have run to you with open arms and nerdy giggle.
So now I will watch the mail daily for your correspondence.
With love,
Your Dorky Darling Sheri
PS Dear Paul Rudd’s Wife. Just jokes. Paul doesn’t know I exist. Yet. *menacing glare*
*Jazz Hands* Mom 