I’m sure you’ll find out what I did after I reach Uncle Ken’s. Before you get mad, I just want to say I love you. You’ve always been good to me. You never once punished me for something I didn’t do, so I hope you’ll have mercy and wait until I come home Sunday evening.
As for your plant… I’m sorry. I really didn’t know it was fake or that there was a hole in the bottom. Hope those tax documents are okay. You have, what? One more day until they’re due? Until the 16th, right?