Dear darling Brad Pitt,
I just want to give you a heads up that I have a special surprise waiting for when you get home from work today.
I’m making a new recipe for chicken enchiladas. I’m letting you know about this because I’m not quite sure how its going to taste. Turns out, I didn’t have the ingredients on hand that I needed, so I improvised with some random stuff in the cabinet. Only because I had already dumped four brand new, beautiful chicken breasts into the crockpot and didn’t want them to go to waste.
It doesn’t smell bad. I can’t tell if it smells good, though. 
So, I guess what I’m trying to say is … there is a chance that dinner is going to suck balls tonight, so you may want to stop by the store and pick up a frozen pizza. Just in case.
Thoughtfully yours,
Katie
PS – the chicken creation is not the aforementioned surprise I have waiting for you. That surprise actually involves a drill. I’m working on a special project on the house. Don’t worry. I’m being extra careful not to fuck anything up.
See you when you get home!
PigTales 
When I try a new recipe I always bake a pie. Just in case. There have been times one (or both) of us was grateful for dessert.
Interested to see how the enchiladas turn out. 🙂
Mom
Don’t you want to know what the REAL surprise is?!?!? How come you haven’t asked? I figured you would have at least texted me wanting to know.
It involves a drill. I was afraid to ask because I remember the last time you used the drill.
that wasn’t me. that was my Seeester.
No it was you. Take that picture (I think in the foyer) off the wall and look at the holes behind it. That will jog your memory. Or just look at your blog archives. Pretty sure you told everyone about it.
That was a hammer. I’m better with a drill. Even the name says so: Skill. Duh.