Hi all. You aren't gonna believe what happened. Things are getting completely out of control now. The Policia are here more often than not trying to find Mr. Potatohead and Pancho Vanilla. They are accusing them of all kinds of horrendous crimes from stealing a blackberry to stealing cars and even armed robbery! Everybody knows they would never do those things. Then this morning I woke up to an email from an obviously drunken French Frieda. She's a crude, conniving, and, I must say, homely Potatohead back in Canada. She claims Mr. Potatohead is the father of her illegitimate baby Potatohead. I know this couldn't possibly be true. The truth is she's tried this before and it's never worked. She's always trying to get money from others by blackmailing them with lies and deceit. I don't intend to even respond to her cruel and nasty accusations. We're starting our own family now and we won't let her spoil that. I trust Mr. Potatohead implicitly and I know her accusations aren't true. Well I have to go into town now. Kim says I should start doing the grocery shopping too, just to keep my mind off things. Maybe she's right. Dave says we can go to the beach later but I don't really feel like it. Not right now. Maybe when Mr. Potatohead comes home. Bye for now.
Mrs. Potatohead.
