If you're holding this letter you already know. The house has been boarded up. The doors... The windows... Everything... We're at the Comfort Inn. Room 112.
I love you.
P.S. I caught a raging case of PMS and wanted to punch random people in the face. As such, I have retired to my prayer closet, which is filled with soothing images (i.e. Keanu Reeves saying "whoa", kittens playing with puppies and midgets dressed as sunflowers). I promise to post something tomorrow. <3 Valerie