Fan Mail: Laffing My Taffy Off

This.  Made.  My.  Day.

Let me paint the picture for you; I'm sitting at my computer fielding emails, delegating work, just generally getting sh*t done like a boss, when the station's Jack-of-All-Trades/Master-of-Nothing, Cassie, pops her head in to the studio and hands me an envelope.  "I don't know who it's from it just says something about a cheese house."

"Well, we're about to find out," I say as I tear in to one end of the envelope.  The anticipation was killing me.  Could this be hate mail?  Even better, Anthrax laced hate mail?  Throwing caution to the wind and resigning myself to the nihilist thoughts in my head, I open the letter.

This is a thing of beauty.

Dear Stefani,

As I sat here and ate my banana Laffy Taffy, I read the jokes and immediately thought of you and Mike... I hope you find it a little funny...

I listen to you every day on my way to work, 7:00-7:30, the 2 of you crack me up.  You make my drive in more enjoyable.  Thanks for the laughs!!!!!!

This person included the Laffy Taffy wrapper, taped to the letter:

Aside from your questionable taste in flavors (banana?  Really?)I will tip my hat to you, Anonymous.

Thanks for thinking of us, and, as always, thanks for listening.