Well I hate rain. I thought I was one of those people that loved rain; maudlin, reflective rain. Rain is prosaic. I hate it. But thanks for letting me do my youngest child whining and still taking me to do fun things instead of letting your oldest child shine and telling me the what what. Sorry I thought Coit Tower was open until midnight. Sorry that Alcatraz is that absolute creepiest place on earth. Second only to the hotel we dined and dashed on. Sorry that I love seals way more than a normal human should.
I love you,
Your New Wife.
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