I got a call from Mimi from Washington in a state of panic. For those of you who may not know, she was my most beloved 89 year-old neighbor who moved a week ago. She realized she left food in her freezer calling to ask to please go get it.
I found all kinds of things she forgot to toss out: salad dressing, olives, jam and butter, still neatly packed in her Pyrex butter dish.
I then had an idea.
I took it home, washed and packed it in bubble wrap, sending it off in the afternoon mail with this note.
When I was emptying out your fridge, I heard a little voice cry out, “Help, help…she forgot me.” Before the little guy flipped his lid, I flipped it, cleaned him up and sent him straight on to you.
After all, every girl needs a butter dish.
I miss you so much.