to whom it may concern

catching up on my mail

Dear Eric,

I am quickly starting to notice that it feels like I don’t have weekends anymore.  I rehearse every day and perform in the evenings.  Basically I now have a few hours on the weekends where the only difference in my day is I’m not at work but I’m somewhere else.

I’m not complaining, though, because I am enjoying the work that I’m doing.

But I do miss our time together.  I had a great time with you in our few stolen moments this weekend.  Thank you for being the best.  You’re my hero, sweetie.

And even though Taylor is squirming, he’s really enjoying all of the attention you’ve been giving him lately.   Remember how when we took him to the vet to get his test as we brought him in “Stray Cat Strut” came on the radio and we laughed?   I thought it was really sweet of you to try and feed those dogs that were outside Friday afternoon.  Don’t worry, I won’t tell the guys.  Don’t want you to get kicked out of the club.

I’ll continue your mission to get people to say “What’s the haps, peeps?” as much as possible.

But really, you’ve just been so understanding and loving though the past week of hell.  We even missed our 16 month anniversary because of it all.  I love you.


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