dear landlord,

dear landlord,

thank you for saving us from the 54 degree meat locker we were living in this morning. you really are a peach. our noses are no longer rudolph red. in case you were worried, i just checked the thermostat, and it's now a reasonable 63 degrees. we can almost walk around barefoot again. and while i am in a thankful mood, i should mention how grateful i am that you replaced the battery in our smoke detector. the only problem...you gave us a dead battery so now i have two options: remove the "new" battery or patiently wait for you to come back to replace it again. i think i am going to remove it and throw it at the wall because the beeping is really getting on my nerves. {pause} i removed it already. and another thing...thank you so much for putting the towel rack on the wall, except i think you may have overshot the original spot by an inch or two or ten. what should i do about the pale yellow stain left from the rack before it fell? oh, just leave it? no problem. i agree...the house is already ghetto enough.

well, you really are swell. but really...thanks for making our heat work. i didn't know if i would survive another frosty night.

take care,

the peanuts

p.s. i just wanted to include a picture of your amazing work so you can pin it to your wall of accomplishments.