Dear Miss Molly ...

Dear Miss Molly,

Ever since you said you needed pinecones, I have been bugging my mom to take me to get you some because pine cones are my most favorite thing next to balls.  I have NEVER met a PINE CONE that I did not LOVE. 

So you when you said you needed pine cones, I said I've got this one!"

Yesterday, finally, mom got off her duff and we headed out to the regional park near us to gather you some.  I had my special pine cone gathering bucket at the ready by my side.

I was so excited to finally be heading out that I almost had an excitement pee, but then I remembered that I am not supposed to do that in the car UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES, so I skipped that part.

 

 

Imagine our surprise when we got to the park and discovered that there are actually NO PINE TREES in our park.  Who does that, you Park Rangers?????  I mean, really.  No pine trees?  In a park????  That's just WRONG.

 

So, Miss Molly, it is with utter and complete mortification and dismay that I have to inform you, all was for naught in our pinecone hunting adventure. 

 

Do you think Ruby will still go out on a date with me when I come to Houston??

Love,

D