This is as perfect an introduction to our potluck section as there is going to be! This letter was found last year in a bar in New Orleans and made the rounds with some friends. No one could quite believe this letter was real, but I assure you-it is, every last amazing bit of it. Try as you might to figure it all out -what Catherine is trying to achieve with the letter, what exactly happened to cause her to write it, why anyone would write a letter on notepaper with all the wonderful stationary available these days. My advice is to just enjoy mixed signals at their most staggering, complete with all the spelling and punctuation errors and the most humungous dots on I’s of all time.
It’s my hopes that since the Nutthugger never got this letter (remember it was found in a bar) that he may be reading this site and can clear things up with Catherine and cash in on that post script. Or in the very least, stop trippen on her. Doesn’t he know she loves him lots?! Oh yeah, and to the rest of you-feel free to use Nutthugger in your daily vocabulary. You’re welcome.