We here at Chez Taylor will be toasting you tonight, on this, the sh*ttiest birthday/Thanksgiving ever. Like it or not, you and Mark are family, so it is with deep and abiding love that I say we're all gonna work together and beat this bullsh*t. I'm working on my karate moves as I type this. You are tough in body, mind and spirit, and you're going to make it through what will no doubt be some difficult times ahead. In the end, though, all that matters is that when we clink our glasses together next Thanksgiving, you'll be there, putting the finishing touches on some fabulous dish and filling the room with your wry wit and sparkling laughter. In the meantime, consider us your servants, your gophers, your slaves (after years of MICE we're used to it). And if you ever need someone to drain a bottle of wine with you, you know I'm always willing to make the sacrifice.
All my love, Rebecca
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