I sent a letter to the Benedict while I was still in London. So while I’m cleaning out my mom’s desk drawer I see a folded envelope with my name on the very bottom, covered up by receipts and notes and I’m like “no…” and I open it AND
“Damn! Can never remember the next note…Happy Birthday to Rachel! Get it! S.H.”
AND THE BEST PART IS I CUT IT FROM MY CALENDER AND I’m a big dork and always mark it for the year and SO ON THE BACK IS THE MONTH OF NOVEMBER WHEN ITS MY BIRTHDAY AND