Thank you for the lovely fruit basket. My family and I arrived home very late last night to an empty refrigerator, with a jet-lagged, restive and hungry child agitating for food — only to find a festive and delicious assortment of fruit (from the very pricey Agata and Valentina no less).
My daughter quickly tore into the grapes, saving me from the humiliating business of doing an impromptu \”Dancy Dance\” from Yo Gabba Gabba (a strategy that has been known to work in situations of similar extremis). I thank you for your kindness to someone who has shown you no good reason for such a thing, your good humor — and for appreciating the New York Dolls.
I will honor the sentiments of your note and promise to see to it that no puppies are hurt, killed or otherwise inconvenienced during my remaining time on television. Given my frequent trips to countries where the line between \”pets\” and \”food\” can become somewhat …confusing, this is easier said than done — and might well lead to some socially awkward moments. But one good turn, I think, deserves another.