A love letter
/I have good news for you, my dear. News that will be music to your frugal soul.
Remember that slightly not-cheap paring knife that I lost a few days ago? Well, guess what. I found it! It is lost no more.
I know. I am extremely relieved, too.
Where was it, you say? You'll laugh yourself silly at this, darling, really you will. And you'll never guess where it was. It was in the pan of leftover quiche in the fridge. I must have used it to cut the quiche, and not noticed it there when I put the pan in the fridge that night after dinner.
I know, right? What a chuckle we'll have over this one.
My only regret, dearest one, is that we were not able to find the knife sooner.
Like, say, right about the time you were digging through the trash to look for it. Oh, what an adventure we could have saved you then, had we known.
But, all's well that ends well, or so they always say. And now you may rest well tonight, lovey, knowing the knife is back where she belongs.
Ever Yours,
Your darling wife, Christie
P.S. Please do not use it on me. I really thought it was in the trash. Honest, I did.
