Dear Nephews
I just want to send you all a pre- alert incase you find your darling and sweet auntie on the front cover of the NY post. On the plane to LA and I am stuck in a middle seat next to two fat guys and there are 3 screaming children in front of me. The following might happen: give each child auntie's favorite pink pills and tell them its candy; punch the flight attendant in the face for rudely saying there is no room; and send a hit man to our travel agency in Italy, ask for irene, grab her by her hair, shove a chicken down her throat and then run her over w a loan mower. (ps it is in a small town south of naples)
Well. Xanax is starting to kick in. Love you all. Auntie
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