Apology Letter

Long back, I had seen Ellen DeGeneres on Oprah and she had just released this book called, "My point. And I do have one!" And as things were discussed, I actually had tears in my eyes, because I was hurting from laughing so hard. When I bought the copy of the same, I was laughing just reading the first page on the way back home.

Anyway, I think of all the books that are circulated, this book has made most of friends double up in laughter. Recently, the book fell in a good friend's hand and she took pains to write this one chapter from the book, which is an apology letter addressed to a friend.

I am sharing this letter with you all, after reading this; one can decide if one needs enemies, if one has a friend like Ellen. LOL! Enjoy!

Dear Morgana,

I just wanted to drop a quick note to thank you for inviting me to you party last week. I'm not very good at parties. But I guess you know that by now. I feel awkward at them and tend to overcompensate by acting in a way that others who don't know me well might consider a tad weird. However, you know me well and besides, you're a very perceptive and I might add, very forgiving person.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm really really really sorry for what happened. Maybe it was good, though. Maybe this will be one of those things that a little while from now you'll look back on and laugh at. Okay, maybe it will be longer than a little while. Eventually, though, after at most a few decades, there's bound to be some laughter. Isn't there? Oh god, I'm so sorry.

I know that we're good enough friends that I could just call you on the phone, but I thought a letter would be preferable for two reasons. One, often it's easier to say things in a letter than it is to say them in person. And two, you don't seem to be answering my phone calls anymore.

Sometimes nobody answers the phone - even if I let it ring over five hundred times (I've counted). At other times, somebody who sounds like you (but I'm sure isn't) answers and asks who is it. When I say "Ellen", that person (who, as I said before, I'm sure isn't you, because you are much too compassionate) immediately develops an obviously fake Russian accent and says, "She not home. She move far away to place with no phone. I begging you, please leave alone."

All that being said, let me begin my apology.

I think a lot of what happened can be traced back to the rum cake I brought over. I just looked over the recipe, and I see now that it called for two tablespoons of rum. For some reason, maybe because I was nervous because I don't cook that much, I misread that as two bottles of rum. It's an honest mistake, and your little nephews were eventually going to find out what a hangover is anyway.

I had at least two slices of the rum cake, and I believe that's why I blurted out that your real name is Marge. I thought everybody already knew. I also thought that everybody would find your old nickname, "Large Marge", funny. I understand now that it isn't funny. Anyway, it should bother you because you're not heavy anymore. Oh yes. I'm so sorry that I told people about your liposuction. But at least I didn't tell anybody about your breast enlargement surgery. Oh, that's right, I did. Sorry.

As for what I call "The Charades incident", for some reason I get a little competitive (okay, way too competitive) playing party games - once again, to make up for my own insecurities. That's why when Reverend Green couldn't figure out I was doing Fried Green Tomatoes and kept on guessing Two Mules for Sister Sarah (which, you have to admit, isn't even close - it doesn't even have the same number of words!) I got mad.

That is no way excuses my calling him God damned rat @+%^#$*, *%#$ - eating moron. Isn't it cute when you write curses out that way? It's too bad I dint say it like that. Also, when I jokingly implied that he was a child molester, I had no idea about the recent trial (though I am happy to hear that all the charges have been dropped).

Now, the gift. I was under the mistaken impression (boy, hindsight is always twenty-twenty, isn't it?) that the party was for your wedding shower. That's why I got what I considered to be a gag gift. I didn't know it was a party for you grandmother's 90th birthday. Otherwise, I never would have gotten her the crotch-less underwear and the coupon for a free nipple piercing.

I admit I laughed pretty hard when your grammy opened the present (sorry about the wine coming out of the nose onto your new rug - club soda should get out that stain, not cola like I tried), but I thought she was laughing, too. Now I know she was hyperventilating. I swear I've never seen anybody's face turn that red before. That is why I shouted out, "Look at her, heh heh. She looks like a big tomato!"

Not funny.

I am glad to hear that your grammy is out of the hospital. I'm the one who sent the big basket of muffins. Nobody told me she was diabetic. She only ate a few of the, and when I called the hospital they said that at the most that added three days to her stay there- maybe four.

This part is the hardest to explain. I know that when you opened the door to you bedroom it looked like I was shaving your dog. But not for the reason you might think. I didn't say, "Hmmm, I think Marge's dog - I'm sorry, Morgana's dog - would look better with less hair". Though, you have to admit, the cut does give Colonel Chompers an interesting look and makes him seem quite distinguished (I don't care what the judges at the dog show say).

What happened was, in trying to spit my gum across your kitchen and into the trash can (a trick I do remarkable well, usually) I missed, and the gum landed in Colonel Chomper's fur. I tried to pull it out, but it just made matters worse. So I snuck him into your bedroom with the hope of finding some scissors and cutting the gum out. I didn't locate scissors, but I did find your Lady Gillette and though, hey, this might work - which eventually it did. The gum came out. I am sorry that some got on your drapes. I thought they were tissue paper.

But, you have every right to ask, why was I wearing your bathing suit while shaving your dog? Good question. In looking for the scissors, I found he bathing suit in the third drawer of your bureau (I didn't look in your second drawer, so you have no reason to be embarrassed). I had seen that suit in a store that day and thought it might look good on me. So, I figured this was a good opportunity to try it on.

I hope that you find it in your heart to forgive me, and we can be as good friends as we were before last weekend.

Love,

Ellen

P.S. Oh yes, I almost forgot, I'm also sorry that I bit your fiancé, I mean ex- fiancé, on the ass. Oops.