Dear God, It's me, Jenny.

Seriously though, can you tell me what I did?  Are you still mad about the time I planked on that police car when I wasn’t supposed to? Or the time I cut holes in the butt of my Dad’s underwear in because I was mad at him? Maybe it was the time I tried to kick some of my bridesmaids out of my wedding?! Whatchu mad at? Can you help me remember what I did that was SO bad that you’d put cancer on me? Lawd.  No really, LAWD, why? I thought I already had your forgiveness.