Hame, you know I love you and all, but when I read that story in your last letter about your witch nose and the 18 bone-grafting operations, I’m sorry, but I had to call Bullshit.
OK first up: I’m late. As in, sorry for the delay in the letter. Not as in “I’m probably pregnant and you’re the dad oh god how could we have been so…
Third time's a chard
The juicy second leaf
The difficult first letter.
From us to you.

Lettuce Between Friends