dear aunt nancy

i heard you're under the weather. i want you to feel better soon. please do so at your earliest convenience because when you hurt, i hurt. :(

love,
danielle

flapjacks. and tampons.

firstly, i'm going to try something different here at cheesecakepot. i'm going to begin imparting wisdom and truth into your asses, but not in a gross way. i hope to ensure that each post provides my readership with meaningful facts and figures on important matters in life so that you may live yours in a more effective manner.

secondly, tampons changed my life. once i started using them, i discovered that i no longer had to frivolously misemploy my sacred, high school swim class sick days. man, was i burning through those suckers. once the teeps were onboarded, life was smooth sailing and i would never again have to hear ms. patti gatti shout, "danni! get in the pool!". some days you just didn't want your perfect hair to get all jacked up. i know you know. with tampons, i was finally in a position to leverage such predicaments. you may pass this information along as needed.

thirdly, i would like to discuss pancakes. for years i've had strong feelings regarding the extras culinary masters have embedded into these flat yet fluffy blankets of bread-like bread. i've had them with blueberries. i've had them with apples. i've had them with chocolate chips. i've had them with bacon strips. i've had them on a plane and i've had them on a train. i've had them with jam and i've had them with pam; i do not like them sam i am. now for your wisdom and truth; pancakes need to be left in their plain and natural way so that we may enjoy them with assorted syrups and butters of our choosing.

and that is what i have for you today.