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From: pbeesly@dundermifflin.com

To: jhalpert@dundermifflin.com

Subject: Phyllis!!!

Phyllis stole all of my wedding ideas. ALL OF THEM. The flowers, the decorations, the invitations.

EVEN

MY

DRESS

Holy god, it was like hell on earth. You were dancing with Karen, so of course I was out of my mind with jealousy. And then Roy asked me to dance. He is seriously delusional. I mean, what the hell?? So unfortunately, I had to deprive the world of my famous dance moves. If I didn't get out the hell out of there, I was going to literally vomit on his shoes.

Anyway, it's not like you meant it when you said I was cute. That's just something people say to lonely singles at a wedding to make them feel better. I mean, it's not like you were going to ask me to dance.

Right? Right.

I'm sorry I said swaying isn't dancing. Not that I have much to live for these days, but I wouldn't want to live in a world where I've never danced with you.

Thinking I'll run home for lunch today. Suddenly craving grilled cheese for some reason.

Love,

Pam

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