At the time this post was going to press, Lizzie had occasion to pen a gracious letter of thanks for a lovely gift basket. Clearly, writing is one of her many talents:
I was simply breathless with anticipation yesterday afternoon as the Federal Express courier arrived at my door with a mysterious package. Being frequently the recipient of unsolicited fan mail, bouquets, serenades, and other violent expressions of love from my many admirers, I was nevertheless perplexed as to what could be in the box.
Imagine my surprise when I found it full of artisanal cheeses, exotic culinary tinctures, and a sopressata big enough to choke a horse! Between you and me, my manservant Jens did well to snap the photo below before I threw myself bodily upon the basket and devoured the entire thing in one sitting.
The fat men who live with me in my palatial manor home (rescues; one must do one’s part!) insisted that I also express their gratitude for the gifts. Persuaded by what was clearly an error in the address labeling, they believe it may have been intended for them as a token of well wishes during a turbulent time in their lives. Though I’m sure they’re mistaken, even so, they want to communicate their sincere and heartfelt appreciation. I may have left an olive or two for them to split between them.
Many thanks and kindest regards!
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