Dear Laney,
We're getting a late start on this one, because we woke up this morning about 5 minutes before you were supposed to be in the car for school and we've been running behind ever since.
We hope your grandfather in Georgia will forgive our tardiness and the off-key singing that's becoming our trademark. It's part bad "American Idol," part Ella howling to come inside - make a note of that in case one day, Rolling Stone magazine asks you to cite your influences.
Hope you had a great birthday!
Love,
Mom
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