Dearest Petal,
I believe you're at work while you're reading this. Remember that time I said to stay away from the windows and don't go skipping about for what might be considered safety reasons? Reasons that I couldn't precisely say what it was, outright, but that yes, it was bigger than a breadbox? I can't really say it again, but I should semi-quasi-inform you that I might be attacked...by the equivalent of a rather angry toaster.
I don't think it would post any danger to you. If the equivalent of an angry toaster should come at you, do let me know, and I will go there and take care of it.
What are we having for dinner tonight? If you'd like, I can order in so you don't have to cook.
Kiss kiss. Much love,
Grumbles.