Dear Papa

On the last day of April, after a quick trip to Barnes & Noble, we went to Target to buy some necessities for the kitchen. But before we went in, we went behind the store, at the Marc Train Station parking lot to let the Mister know we were there. Then I took proofs that we were the ones who left him a ransom note tucked in his windshield wiper.

Read our love note!









By the way, we were kidding about the Lechon dinner.