Dear Mama Flea,
We have arrived in Connecticut.
We are so happy that we cannot stop smooching.
That bubblewrap is very suffocating.
We had to sell Dlyn's truck to buy more butter.
Turns out, Bessie does not travel well.
She demanded UPS class.
But we are safe.
And Bessie is happy.
This new lady is nice.
And a little weird.
But we are not scared one bit.
She is so happy to have us.
She fed us very well.
Dessert was interesting.
What is this meno-pot she keeps on talking about?
It was late, but Mental Moo-Ma let us catch up on your news.
We don't think you sound like Philadelphia.
As a matter of fact, we can't figure you out at all.
Ha. Ha. Just Kidding.
She has lots of little bedtime treats for us.
Bessie is gonna get spoiled.
Mental has this table near our bed with all these potions.
Maybe we both will get a little spoiled.
We are so tired from our trip.
This weekend is going to be fun.
PS. We hope you feel better soon.