All right now.

[steelsheen]

All right, I'm going to join in my family's war.

To: Dol Amroth
From: Morwen Steelsheen
Re: You

Dear Dol Amroth,

I hate you. Die, bloody mean people.

Love,
Morwen
xoxo

-- Was that good?

Oh, and I sent late returns to my lovely grandchild[ren] and child[ren], some of whom I appear to have misidentified earlier.

And sweaters. I sent sweaters. I knit them myself.

Oh, and, um, Ted-boy, never mind on my comment. I'm scared now.