Dear Melody

Dear Melody,

How have you been? I'm just fine, thanks for asking. A touch busy at times, but so are you, I hear.

I'm writting you to let you know that I have a couple of concerns that we need to address before they get out of hand.

First of all, we need to sit down and have a serious conversation about that blog of ours. I know that it's a sore subject around here, and I know that you think that it's my responsibility, but all this arguing back and forth about who is going to write the next post really isn't getting us anywhere. Do you know how long it's been since we updated? November. No really, November. You can take a look for yourself if you don't believe me.

Second, why so camera-shy lately? It must be your inner native-american that thinks that the camera is going to steal your soul. I have trouble repressing my inner native-american at times, too. How about this, I promise that if the camera ever steals your soul that I'll make it give it back to you straight away, honest.

Lately though, it's been getting out of control. I mean, I keep trying to get a picture of your new hair cut, but if you continue to dodge the camera or put your hand in front of the lens, your hair will grow back by the time I get a decent shot. So, I decided to take the matter into my own hands. Since you won't let me take a picture of you, I decided to have a local artist draw a sketch of you with before and after takes of your new 'do. I think that the results are fairly stunning:

Before	After

That's all for now. Talk to you soon.


Love, Brandon