Dear Thomas,

Thank you very much for the postcard from Lake Tekapo during your travels through New Zealand touring all the sites those Lord of The Rings movies were shot. While I have no idea what those movies are about (Um...jewelry?), it sure does look lovely there. I know this trip was excellent timing for you to get away, relax and have fun. I hope you had an awesome time.

I must admit, I was a little confused when I flipped the card over to see what I know is NOT your handwriting on the postcard. For a moment, I thought this postcard was meant for my new roommate from one of his friends. However upon closer inspection, I saw that, yes, it actually was addressed to me.

So I read the card to see that one of your fellow travelers, a "Deb", inscribed this card and signed.

This would be the part where I would begin my rant using your full name. However, since I value your privacy, I'll make up a middle and last name for you.

Thomas Ulysses Wallingford! Part of the joy of receiving a postcard from a friend is that the postcard actually be FROM that friend. Not some person he doesn't know named Deb.

I don't know Deb. I'm sure Deb is a lovely person — and I will say she has exquisite penmanship — however, Deb is not my friend. You are.

Also, it was sent to my old address. Not really Deb's fault. Deb doesn't know I moved.

But you do.

Don't worry Thomas. I won't stay mad long. I'm sure in no time we can both have a good laugh about this. A laugh out loud. Or, if you will, a LOL.

Actually in this case, a LOLThomas.

(I had to look it up on Wikipedia, so I could make the caption.)

XXOO,

Brian