Seth.

Turns out I'm not dying. 
Also turns out Mable creeped just about everyone out.  What can I say?  I was at the will of a woman who had just given birth to a 10 pound baby. 
Use a glove, she said. 
Who am I to argue?
Speaking of the aforementioned woman, I had to venture to CVS for some drugs for this lady which meant going to my least favorite place: Linden Plaza.  I get disgruntled every time I have to go there.  Hence today's project.

I don't have great cursive.  The letter reads: Dear Women of Wellesley, You  (read your actual body, your SUV, your expensive bag, and your nonfat latte) are in fact the worst.  Sincerely, K. Bliss.

The lovely women of Wellesley will be receiving an equally lovely hand-made envelope made using a stencil type thing my sister got in Japan and gave me.