Dear Mrs. Dell; Ma’am… for someone with access to THAT much money to have chosen the shittiest plastic surgeon ever does somewhat open the door to ridicule, although you have to admit we’re not doing it with AI. Face it… like the D.C. “pool guy” - ya fucked up. Maybe find one who knows what he’s doing this time and quit shopping the republican nightmare face “doctors”. Like Phil. Or Oz. get a real fucking surgeon and spend a lot of money. And in closing, I say this as an ardent admirer of earlier “you” - politics and religion aside - cuz you were a cutie. Remember when we were building the mountain top pool and most of us were in the hole and you came over to the edge of the pool hole and talked to the boss in a miniskirt (or similar) with no panties? Walked up to the edge of the hole and were talking with the boss (and us). What has since become known as an “upskirt”, although we had no intentional part in that. We were ALL watching a miracle - nice! I thought “damn! wife’s a babe, excellent computers, a pool build by us… Michael is doing okay!” Funny - It almost gave the old man a heart attack. He started stuttering. You had him speechless! But what a babe! Yowza! anyway - they did you wrong. Get with Cruise, Pitt, Jolie, Anniston… they’ll steer you in the right direction. Don’t talk politics though - they’ll kick you out. Ciao mon bella, and get that kisser fixed for real.