Dear Gina,

As I lay here on the couch with my laptop and paper-thin sheet, spending another cold night in the doghouse, I have come to realize I am sorry for comparing your mother's body to that of Babar the elephant's. I also did not mean it when I said afterwards that his body is much nicer.

I hope we can come to some sort of agreement on her proportion, because it's still cold out here and I'm too cheap to turn the thermostat up higher.