Postcards From Your Money
I’ve spent the last few weeks waiting for Doree and Jess to post the fake postcard from a fake mom I tried to slip past them. Either they’re clever enough to have figured out it was me (the first line was “Daddy opened our deck yesterday,” which puzzle-solvers will note contains the acrostic DOODY) or they’ve been too busy negotiating their massive book deal to get to it. Anyway, genuine congratulations.
