Hey B, remember the front door thing.

Hey B,

Just as a reminder - and I’m not jumping on you - it’s really important that we close the front door when we leave. And when I say ‘we,’ I mean ‘you.’ I have been working away downstairs, and apparently, the front door was left open because someone sneaked in.

Don’t panic: everything seems fine, and no, they did not take any library books or pianos, but the cinnamon rolls you made earlier made for an easy target, and I guess you can guess what happened and I guess we can figure that he - or she - needed them more than we did. There are some remaining, but there are definitely some missing. Some of the better inner portions. Sad.

Again, I’m not angry, just disappointed that you left the door open and this happened. I need to get back to work now. And maybe next time you could make a triple batch.

They were delicious, from the scant tasting I got earlier, pre-break in.

In safety,

J.