Dear girl whose job keeps you on the road so I never get to see you:
I have no idea how you got your work to buy me a plane ticket to Chicago for the weekend. 'Course, I don’t care. The only thing sexier than a bunny willing to pay to have you come see her is a bunny who gets her WORK to fly you in. You made my week.
The other hotel guests are going to HATE you by Monday…that's a promise.
Determined to earn my frequent flier miles,