Dear Lady at the Chinese restaurant sitting across from me Sunday:
I wish someone in your family would tell you how silly that phone looks hanging off your ear while you are yukking it up in public.
I have some answers, too.
Dear Other Co-Worker:
I wish you hadn’t done that. I bet you do, too.
Dear Pizza Hut:
The pizza wasn’t one of your best, and you didn’t put any green peppers on it, either. Plus, I asked you if you had a caffeine free drink, and you gave me Pepsi. Full leaded. I want my money back. Even if I did finish up the pizza today for supper.
I wouldn’t have believed it, but I have missed you. However, my finger is still sore from where you bit me, and those scratches on my legs aren’t pretty.
You made your “Blogging With Discipline” entry, and you can now take your tired self to bed.