Kelly O

Dear Wee-Wee: I'm not sure why, when you stumbled by me standing in front of the Wildrose, it seemed appropriate to smack me (a perfect stranger!) with your bouquet of flowers. When I gave chase, to throw the flowers back at you, I never expected what I saw when I turned the corner. Instead of being ready for a fight, you looked me square in the face, sat down on the cold sidewalk, and just started peeing. Anyway, I ain't mad. But maybe try to be a little less of a "Legend on Cap Hill" next time? WOOOO! Love, Kelly. recommended