Can’t. Stop. Stalking.
Fortunately, Dear Colleen also tells it like it is. That’s why we get along so well. Actually, we’ve never met, I just stalk her. I’m looking in her window right now. She’s wearing a pretty shirt. Now she’s picking up her phone. Uh-oh, I think she’s calling the cops on me.
I love you Dear Colleen. I love your pretty and blunt prints. And I love the way you decorate your home.
OK, this is getting awkward even for me.