Betty grinning ace haver that likes to eat truffles in the park on a Wednesday evening in Paris with string beans on her fingers and tacks on her tie

Dear Betty,
I am looking for a new job, but I can not seem to find one that is suitable for a rocket salesman who enjoys entering classical crayon collections into the balcony of time and space. I am busy indeed but there is no major employment that I enjoy. I am unemployed as of yet but ready to eagerly eat your string beans if you prepare them right for me with mustard and taco sauce from Taco Bell's midnight drive through window. I built you a space ship and you are yet to visit the sun where you might find a sports car waiting to take you to the ball park. Just use Victor's sun suit and you will be ok. I think that Good things are ahead of our lives but that you are just too fickle to pass the grapes across the table to a golf star named Hugo Chavez from Venezuela. Hugo was strong in build but slow in memory and he just forgot to dot the I's when he wrote a peaceful letter to your fraternity party that you as a lady were invited to attend in the month of March in the costume you obtained from your pickle farming friends who like to seed their day with a clown suit from Mercury (looks good on robots!). So that is a good sense of what I see in your day and I hope that you are indeed healthy. It would be a shame to go to Paris in the Spring time and not be able to give your playing card collection a spin. I did love the flowery front plate on the cards you dealt me in life. I was ready for a boat in my yard and I got a cesspool of happy memories instead. So that's fine by me, The cesspool is good for storing your books and I did enjoy reading your fancy handwriting that mirrored that of a great surgeon named Nancy. I miss Nancy as well but you were the smartest by far because you avoided the sun but never took your flag off the moon. All the playful kids think that you are onto something and that you are ready for a peaceful future weaving baskets of Formica tables and playful flowers of envy. I do related to you well but that said, if you would rather be known as Irene, I might give you a smiley face and ask you for your Betty grin three more times before I die peacefully on the moon that you claim for your own soul. Best wishes,
Craig Brenner, M.D.