Dear Rosemary

I’m sorry that guitar riffs and brunch don’t go together. And I’m sorry I made fun of your earth nature mama shawl. I’m also sorry I told you to “F*#^ off and get the f*#^ out of my kitchen!” so many times. I obviously didn’t mean it and I’m glad you stuck around. Every day for one reason or another I am so grateful you are on this team. I love you.