Dear Greg,

I am so elated you are enjoying the fantastical Brazilian Barbecue restaurant you are at. It’s not every day we get the chance to be treated to a five star meal on the company dime. I trust you can read the small print on your i-phone with the dim-lighting and let’s not forget that third round of martinis must be blurring your nearly perfect vision somewhat. Knowing the bartender there mixes them better than any you’ve had is nothing short of inspiring. I’ll be brief as I don’t want to keep you from your hilarious work friends, their exceptional stories of “the big win” and their undying devotion to you as their team member, co-worker and trusted foot soldier. It really does sound as though you are single-handedly keeping this company afloat and I have no doubt with every sip of Pol Roger another hand will be there to tap you on your more than deserving back.

Oh, before I forget, when you are tucking yourself into your “Heaven” bed at the Ritz tonight, could you add “pick up Cheerios” to your already unbelievably busy schedule for tomorrow? I hate to put you out but I ate a second bowl for dinner tonight, correction, my first bowl was dumped on my lap when the baby’s foot stomped in it and in between rubbing her diarrhea off my arm, yanking my molars out with pliers while attempting to explain multiplication to a seven year old, losing the family room convertor and arriving late for music lessons bra-less, I seem to have forgotten to pick up a spare box.

Remember, drink as much as you can and let loose! Get silly. You deserve a night….my mistake, three nights away this week.

All my love–keep the good news comin’!!!!